Welcome to Villa Emilia (My Woodland Garden), a photography blog with a slant towards gardening and nature. An amateur gardener and photographer, I hope to share beautiful moments with you through pictures. Let me know if you like them!
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We have found a redcurrant shrub, which, though abandoned, carries some berries. I find their taste a little bit too sour...
... and like much more its black relative:
No wild raspberries this year - Rubus idaeus has suffered much those many weeks in June-August with almost no rain. And, according to research, severe drought stress affects the production in the next season as well:
Many flowers start to have a faded look:
Evenings are getting darker. This photo was taken in the cool-coloured twilight hours, with some cosy light coming through the living door window:
Guess what this is:
It's a cloud that I found particularly elegant, photographed at about 10 p.m., facing south. Only later it came to my mind that it could be just a condensation trail left by an aircraft. But I don't think so. :)
In the August 2014 issue, there is an interesting article (by Margherita Lombardi, photos by Marianne Majerus) about Greenway, an estate on the River Dart near Galmpton in Devon, England. Agatha Christie and her family used to spend summers and Christmases there. In the garden, one can admire the large and romantic woodland and stunning views over the river.
Gardening often features in Christie's literary output. She had considerable expertise in poisonous plants; it is said that more than a half of her "victims" were poisoned. Many of the murder weapons used can be extracted from common garden plants, such as prunus, willow, yellow jasmine, monkshood, foxglove, and oxalis...
The above passages in Italian are from Nemesi (Nemesis) and La parola alla difesa (Sad Cypress). Unfortunately I didn't find the original English texts on the internet and the libraries with books in English are far, far away from here.