Tidying up

The wood towards the bottom of the garden has been having a bit of a tidy up

Dougie came and chopped down some very tall, extremely thin ash trees. (Dougie put our fencing up for us last summer)

It's wonderful wood for burning and I don't feel too badly at having them taken down, they grow in abundance here and it means there will be more room

for the hazel to flourish - hopefully.

The wood is where the sheep come and sit. They leave their wool behind

draped here and there caught on branches, delicate and lace like

  Threads soldered together like filigree

and gossamer

They don't leave their empty bottles too!  We are still finding old whisky bottles 
abandoned in the garden. Most go to the bottle bank,

but some of the more unusual ones I keep. I like the slightly old fashioned look of them. Made of tough glass they have survived a number of years out under the stars. It feels right they should survive a few more in comfort!
Engrossed in the garden in amongst old bottles and sheep's wool I feel I'm being
watched?

Mmmm - time to go in and put the kettle on!