November 22, 2017

Pet sitter

Looking for a dog sitter who is happy to open their home to a two year old male Labrador.

Fully house trained with a love for tennis balls.

Looking for someone who is happy to have him all day.

Please let me know if you would be interested

Alice

Women’s Institute

Ladies of Claxton & Sand Hutton and surrounding areas!

This Month’s meeting is on Thursday 20th and our speaker for the evening is Iain Kelly from Nunnington Hall who will be talking about conservation of the Tapestries at this wonderful NT house. If you would like to join us this coming Thurs for what promises to be a fascinating evening, you would be most welcome. We meet at 7.30pm in the village hall and visitors pay just £3.50 on the night which includes refreshments.

For further information about joining the WI please contact Angela at a.steele1918@gmail.com
New members are always welcome – this year is the 71st anniversary of Claxton & Sand Hutton WI

Litter Pick

Don’t forget the Spring litter pick this Saturday 25th.

Equipment such as litter pickers, rubbish bags and ‘high vis’ vests will be available and as usual it would be a good idea to wear walking boots/sturdy shoes and gardening gloves.

Afterwards, come and enjoy a bacon sandwich (or veggie option) and refreshments back at the Village Hall.

Meet at the Village Hall car park at 10.30am Saturday.

Please help to keep our villages tidy, it really is worth the effort.

Plant Fair

 SAVE THE DATE!!  Sunday June – 11th 10.30am – 3.30pm  Village Hall   

Plant Fair in aid of village hall funds. Lots of varied plants to buy, art sale, wood crafts, garden advice and much more. Plus refreshments all day.

More to follow ………………….

Women’s Institute

Ladies of Claxton & Sand Hutton and surrounding areas!

This Month’s meeting is on Thursday 16th and our speaker for the evening is from Ryedale Food Bank who will be talking about the work they undertake.

If you would like to join us for what promises to be a very informative evening, you would be most welcome.

We start at 7.30pm in the village hall and visitors pay just £3.50 at the door which includes refreshments.

For further information about joining the WI please contact Angela at angst@orangehome.co.uk
New members are always welcome – this year is the 71st anniversary of Claxton & Sand Hutton WI

Caroline’s Garden Diaries 4 March 2017: Grand Designs

Another bonus of being in Sydney in late summer is that Magnolia grandiflora are just coming into flower and I get to walk past them every day. They’re beautiful, but they’re also giving me a lesson in botany. I’ve been able to see what goes on within the flowers because the trees down our street are only adolescent, sexually mature but not so tall that I can’t see the flowers. Feels a bit rude really, but my attention was drawn to them by seeing a wasp (bee? I don’t know Aussie insects) fumbling around in a pile of stamens, while in another flower, a similar bee/wasp was undressing the female part of the flower by tearing off the stamens (well, flowers are about sex).

“Grandiflora”, yes, but we can’t really call them “grand design”; they’re the product of the marvellous Darwinian process of natural selection. Magnolias are particularly interesting in evolution because they are one of the first plants to develop flowers as a way to persuade beetles to visit (bees came on the scene later) and help them with the difficult business of getting pollen to the female parts, and thus to accomplish fertilization. This enormous scented flower signalled to the beetle that here was pollen to eat (no nectar yet, other flowers worked that one out); the beetle who was itself evolving and needing a way to make a living, came, scrabbled around in the stamens, and bumped into the female structures – and the rest is history.

A brilliant consequence of evolving flowers to please insects is that we humans are seduced too; to quote from a book I’ve just bought “those who are forming gardens should always give magnolias their first consideration when planting”. What a grand design on the part of magnolias, to plan for 90 million years ahead! Take that, Kevin.

Caroline’s Garden Diaries: 1 February 2017: Handkerchiefs waving

I was showing a visitor round Ray Wood the other day, to see the beautiful witchhazels in flower. A lovely experience; they’re so tall, you can walk under them, and you’re surrounded by their flowering branches, and their exquisite smell. But round the corner and up the hill, there was an even more exciting thing – Davidia, the handkerchief tree, was laden with fruit. I had noticed last summer that it had been covered with flowery handkerchiefs, and now here was the outcome – they’d waved goodbye and turned into plums.

Strangely, I now have three Davidia fruits sitting by the sink – dull brown lumps, but they say so much. I’ve already told you about the plant-hunter, Ernest Wilson (“Chinese Wilson”) and how he brought back seeds of Davidia; he had a truly dreadful trip to find this tree he’d been instructed to visit but when he got there, it had been cut down a few days earlier. Later he found some more, and all was well; indeed, several thousand Davidia seedlings were produced by the nursery that sent him.

I often try to imagine what it might have been like to be Wilson finding the tree that became his favourite (mine too) and it makes the fruit sitting on my sink so special. They’re here because of him, and so they carry in them such a story (not only the grim details of finding more trees, but then waiting out there for them to produce fruit, climbing to collect them etc etc). Not only that, these fruits on my sink carry another challenge for me – how do I get the seeds to germinate?
And of course, they carry the potential to be trees, 50 foot high or more. If I succeed, they’ll be covered in pocket-handkerchiefs waving hello.

Women’s Institute

Ladies of Claxton & Sand Hutton and surrounding areas!

Our next meeting is this coming Thursday – 16th and our speaker for the evening will be talking about Dementia Friends.

The Alzheimer’s Society’s Dementia Friends programme is the biggest ever initiative to change people’s perceptions of dementia. It aims to transform the way the nation thinks, talks and acts about the condition.  If you would like to join us for what promises to be an thought provoking and very informative evening, you would be most welcome.  Come and view ‘Twiddlemuffs‘ that have been knitted by members for the meeting too!

We start at 7.30pm in the village hall and visitors pay just £3.50 at the door which includes refreshments.

Parish Council

The next Parish Council meeting is on Tuesday 13 December 2016 and the agenda is available on this website.

Caroline’s Garden Diaries 21.11.2016: All the Leaves are Brown ….

And yellow, orange, red, lime, purple, golden, rusty, fiery –making a gorgeous picture, so, no, I’m not dreamin’ of California. I want to be here, in England in November – it’s so beautiful and has been for weeks! Best autumn ever, I think. It’s true, Mamas and Papas, the sky is grey at this very moment and it’s raining, (which is why I’m at my desk) but even in the rain, the leaves are glowing. And there have been amazing effects with black skies for the trees to display against in their glory.

One reason we don’t have to dream of being in America to see autumn colours is that some of our most brightest trees were brought here from America by English landowners rich enough to have their dreams fulfilled. Red oak, red maple, tulip tree, tupelo, liquidambar are all introductions with the most fabulous reds and buttery leaves. And when you see the red maple called “October Glory” at the Yorkshire Arboretum, you can really understand about “painting the landscape” that the posh estates were doing.

America gave us the colours but we gave them the word. “Fall” would have been used by the Pilgrim Fathers when they sailed across the ocean, and it was only later the English converted to the French word “automne” for the fall of the year. Maybe with Brexit and Trump, we go back to Fall…….it is a useful word, a reminder of the downside to all the glory, that leaves are busy changing colour so they can fall down, leave their parents in peace and turn into a sludgy mess.

But it’s OK; when all the leaves are down, the English countryside will look beautiful in another way – bare trees on a frosty winter’s morning.