recently I bought a new hipstamatic kit, San Paolo (that’s the app for iphone which gives you photos that look like old Polaroids). the pinkish slightly underexposed syrupy filter reminds me of sleepy humid cloudy english summers – just like today, so I have been happily snapping the hedgerows and garden with it.


it’s the time of year for roses. despite the recent rain and wind they are full of flowers, dog roses in the hedgerow, and their tamer cousins in the garden. most of the dog roses I have in the garden got a punitive prune in February, so we won’t be seeing any flowers or hips on them this year. I must try for a more selective pruning that leaves some of this year’s wood next time.


I love dog roses, their looping habit and simple flowers turn hedges into things of beauty.


hogweed, my bête noir; but outside of my garden I adore it! it is sculptural and graphic, every plant has a different curve and length of stem and arrangement of the great plates of flowers, and I think I have to make an embroidery of it for the next knit collection.


a plant you find all over Elizabethan embroideries, and scenting especially favoured hedges, is honeysuckle, or woodbine. it is pollinated by moths and the red berries are loved by many birds, including bullfinches, who visit my garden for them in the autumn.


in woods you find it in leaf before any of the trees, taking advantage of the spring sunshine before the canopy blocks it out, but here it takes its turn with the rest of the hedgerow plants.


ribwort plantain, another decorative plant, with its ribbed leaves and halo of stamens, is everywhere, competing with the grasses after they have been trimmed.


a view of Gunthorpe from the grassy bank of Bullfer Grove; wildflowers thrive here where it is only cut once a year.


I love field scabious. this photo washes out the delicate lilac-blue colour. in a good year for butterflies these flowers in Clip street lane will be full of them; the caterpillars of several feed on the leaves.


one never tires of grasses in flower – unless one suffers from hay fever! these puffed pollen over my clothes.


hogweed, nettles, thistles – a frieze of graphically pleasing shapes …. the edges of the fields are lined with them now weedkiller is not used on roadside hedges and banks.


and here is the rather tatty combine harvester belonging to a small local farm getting its annual service before it has to go into action. it will be a couple of weeks before even the winter sown barley is ready – it is only just starting to shade into blonde.


white campion has a delicate scent, which the red doesn’t, and Clip street lane is the best place to find it round here.


these flint walls in our village blend in so well with wild plants like this mallow.


back in my garden, I have bumblebees buzzing in the  hedge woundwort in my garden – it has colonised several sheltered spots .


and one glorious bourbon rose, doing very well this year, Mme Isaac Periere. she wafts a gentle spicy citrony scent across the flowerbed to the path. one day I will try making rose petal jam with the flowers.