Well everyday should be a school day I'm told - so I'm learning a lot fast here in my Mum's garden - a blister on my right hand thumb and on my left hand thumb and finger joint bear testament to that.  But today was a particularly beautiful revaluation as I found that the Garden Studio Wall is showing off Passiflora Caerulea or Blue Passion flower.
It's not often that I am stopped in my tracks - I have travelled widely and seen much - but this flower is beautiful indeed.  I actually and genuinely could not believe that growing here in fenland Pode Hole was something so stunningly beautiful, complex and yet simple.  I quite literally whipped out my phone and crouched down to capture them and see closer.
Now having taken in the beauty, the colour, the depth and the complexity I'm finding myself searching on Twitter, Internet and elsewhere for information about the flower.

Another element of the open air gardening agriculture lifestyle which I had forgotten (I did grow up round here from the ages of 4-18) is that if you are engaged in the landscape the sense of the length of day and time changes.  I find that I'm more inclined to go to bed when it falls dark, I'm eating earlier and waking as the sun rises and the dawn chorus of the birds wake me up.  It's quite a lovely phenomena to find your body slipping into a natural commune with the environment.

In the context of natural phenomenon I have also been enjoying the red robin who seems to live and frequent the garden here - Mum and I are convinced that there are two robin red breasts and quite a chirrup they have to them: the moorhen when it gets going is quite noisy; the ducks though quiet are frequent sailors along the dyke at the back of the garden and Dad tells me that there is a kingfisher whom I have not yet seen.
The other thing that occurs naturally in this world is human aggression and as a lover of history I have always been fascinated by the airbases located across Lincolnshire mainly dating from World War Two.  Many of those airbases are live to this day and are clearly still active and practising their low and high flight training as I can hear the roar of a modern fighter every 30 minutes or so in the morning.
So as I sit here typing up this little postcard I have red and white butterflies (must look them up) fluttering around, the wasps, bees and wasps are busy here, and the dragon flies of varying sorts bob and hover over the dyke.  It's a natural smorgesboard and I'm really enjoying the commune of it all.
And after that extensive hoeing, digging and scything I'm off for a beer over dinner. The tractor is ploughhing the field behind and having bagged up yesterday's lavender, I need to decant the apple, pear and sultana chutney and also bottle my home-made pear juice into former gin bottles.  The herbs I have dropped off are now drying and will wait until tomorrow I thin.  For now, a pause and a drink over dinner.  This currently is and perhaps could be the life, a very good life.