Random Ramblings

Random Ramblings: Personal observations on a wide variety of subjects. Photographs of creatures and things that are taken on seeing the unusual as well as everyday things.

24th, inexplicabilities

Midsummer slowly gambols its way into the month of June. It is like a wraith, a ghost, a magical creature that swirls itself into every nook and cranny. It presents itself in unexpected places and as much as people have tried, over the centuries, to explain it the only answer ever offered from the wisest and knowledgeable to the eccentric and slightly touched is ‘it is the faery folk.’

Much as we like to scoff and pretend that this is an ordinary time in an ordinary month we are always proved wrong.

This morning, I awoke to a pond that had suddenly plummeted in its water depth. Yesterday it was almost to the very brim with everything freshened and re-born in the recent rainfall. Now it reminds me of the sea shore when the tide goes out.

Midsummer pond drop Midsummer’s day water pond drop

My beautiful snow white floribunda Iceberg roses have suddenly changed into blood spotted nightmarish versions of the usual perfection.

Snow white floribunda Iceberg rose on Midsummer's day

Floribunda Iceberg rose on Midsummer's day

Up above my Iceberg rose on Midsummer’s day with its pink and blood red spots and stripes

Iceberg climbing

Iceberg rose … what it usually looks like

My Goji berry bushes have developed a Midsummer plume of mildew.

Goji bush midsummer mildew

Midsummer Goji berry bush sprinkled with mildew

Of course, there are rational explanations as to why these things happen all around the same time in the middle of Summer, after all we all know that it isn’t the fairies, pixies and goblins … don’t we?



Colleen from Tix-Comix said...

gambol? Do Brits really use that word in common speech or is it just that you have an awesome vocabulary?

Kloggers/Polly said...

We do use the word gambol pronounced gam - bowl meaning to roll head over heels. This is something I used to love to do as a child .. it is probably a lost treasure as it isn't something that is seen very often nowadays. I also thought that skipping without a rope and when holding my mother's hand was great fun too. Such skipping is a lost art, I think, perhaps we should try and bring it back and make it acceptable for adults to do. After all it enables a person to get from A to B at a much faster pace than walking or running and without getting out of breath. We would never have to watch our weight it would be a win win situation. We could all become skipoholics! Lol!!

Ann said...

but of course it's fairies, pixies and goblins. what other explanation could there be :)

EastCoastLife said...

I would rather believe it's the fairies, pixies and goblins who did those. :D

Skipoholics! lol.... I cannot manage 6 skips at a stretch. :P

Sharkbytes (TM) said...

Except for the temperature we really are in mid summer. All the grasses are ripening, the leaves are all full size.