Today has been one of these days that are best written off as very useful, but deeply unlovely.
We went shopping for groceries in supermarkets, and just about managed a
meagre sandwich lunch in the middle of it. Trips like these are necessary
when you live far from civilisation.
Benno was locked in the boot for most of the day,
with just a couple of quick walks to relieve the monotony.
I took him to a field behind one of the supermarkets, not knowing that
it had been freshly manured.
It proved to be the highlight of Benno's day,
hm, freshly spread manure, yum yum!
When we came home, I took him for a quick walk in the castle grounds;
The moon was out, while the sun was just setting in the West.
Two days ago I took this photo of the leaves on the horse chestnut tree
in the garden unfurling.
This is the same tree this evening by moonlight,
the leaves are well on the way to being fully open,
after just two days of warmth and a touch of sunshine.
The Amelanchier, which is also called Snowy Mespil;
By moonlight its name is fully justified.
The blossoms are almost icy in the dusk.
The deep blue of the herbaceous honeysuckle turns
purple by moonlight.
This is a very unusual honeysuckle;
it sits on the ground, on short stems,
in the shape of a bouquet, as if arranged by a florist.
And lastly, red tulips,
which become magic lanterns when the sun has gone.
PS. A big thank you to the five of you who heard my plaintive cry for a 100th follower and promptly obliged. The three of you who left your card I will visit in person, if I haven't done so already. Sadly, I cannot do the same for anonymous visitors. But thank you to you too.