Tuesday, 2 June 2015

My two favourite colours of the rainbow are gold and leprechaun | #30DaysWild

Day Two! In keeping with yesterday's decision to make this easy on myself and not start with an unsustainable burst of enthusiam that would make me look like a let down by day 16 I did an at home challenge today.

Yesterday (and today, and probably tomorrow...) we had rain, but what comes after the rain? The rainbow! Since I couldn't see one in the sky I set out to find one in the garden, or the colours of the rainbow to be specific.

This involved a lot of pointing at things whilst murmuring about dead kings while the guinea pigs gave me funny looks. 

Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain. ROYGBIV. Colours of the rainbow, in order. I only learnt that a years ago, why no one taught it me as a child when it was far more essential to know I don't understand.

This is Nicotina, smells delightful and not at all cigarette smokey.
Some varient of Broom, usually it's just yellow but this is quite a fetching two-tone type.
Buttercup, ready for her close up.
There was lots of green, I decided on this mint because it was just so green.
I've no idea what these are, but they're tiny and blue and lovely. Although allegedly blue isn't a natural colour for plants and these just look blue but are in fact purple.
Look, I'm not exactly certain how to differentiate Indigo and Violet- they're both purples, right? Well this is a bluey purple so I figured should go next to blue. Some kind of daisy, maybe?
Some close relation to the Indigo daisy but more vehemently shaded. If you can imagine it, these things are brighter than they seem here, my camera just refused to accept it.
There we go then, one rainbow of flowers and plants found after one exploration of the garden. I'll admit I'm lucky enough to have a pretty well stocked garden on the doorstep (literally!) since my mum is a huge gardening fanatic but I'm equally certain that searching out the colours of the rainbow in a park or on a walk would be more fun because you'd have to explore things more. I just span around in circles and photographed what caught my eye.

(PS I'm really proud of the fact the title is a humourous quote and a pun. I keep my standards realistic when setting out reasons to be smug.)
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Born All Over Again | #30DaysWild

Yesterday was the start of The Wildlife Trusts' 30 Days Wild Challenge where they want you to complete 30 random acts of wildness, one act every day in June.

They picked June, I'm guessing, because it's a nice sunny month. Summer starts in June. People like doing outdoorsy wild things when the weather is warm and welcoming. Instead it rained. I put the central heating on it got that cold. The idea of doing something wild did not thrill me. The idea of staying under a blanket and scrolling through Tumblr was far more enticing.

Oddly, the window cleaner didn't call round yesterday.

That's kind of the point of the challenge though, why it counts as a challenge. You do things you maybe wouldn't otherwise, so when I realised we were out of milk rather than texting my mum and asking her to pick some up on the way home from work I dug out a woolly hat, wrapped up and went out.
No such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing. Allegedly.
Coat: Mother's wardrobe | Hat: Primark, maybe | Scarf: Similar

Believe me I would far sooner be extolling the virtues of a wide brimmed sun hat than a woolly bobble hat in June, but needs must. It was blustery, though not as wet as it had been earlier in the day, and I felt better for going outside.

Sure a walk to Sainsburys isn't the most exciting thing to do, I didn't get up close to some exotic species or scrabble in the mud. But I did see birds fighting to stay on course and the beginnings of raspberries at the local allotment. Trees full of leaves that not too long ago were bare sticks scratching the sky. I even stomped through a puddle.

I have no pictures of any of this because my hands were firmly shoved in my pockets, in the hopes frostbite didn't set in. So if you want to go and see some branches swinging about like mad I recommend going outside yourself.

British weather is magnificent, it's something to write home about every week. If you live in Florida all you get is sunshine and skin cancer, here we can go from baking to Baltic in 48 hours. Embrace it, keep your bobble hat on hand 12 months a year and go for a walk whatever the weather. Let it blow away the cobwebs, it's such an easy way to bring a bit of wilderness into your life and you never know, by the time you get back the sun might be shining.

Joy xxx
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