Sitting on the fence
The garden is swimming with insects. In the evening a cloud of tiny midges shimmers in a cloud, back-lit by the late sun and then the Blanford Fly is out and about, nipping ankles at dusk. Once the lights have come on in the house the May bugs start battering the windows and moths seek warmth.
The local felines are edging around one another. Pippi was terribly offended when a rather high-maintenance fluff-ball entered our house without an invite earlier on today. Fluff ball was soon shooed away. The night before we had heard fighting, but Pippi came home injury free, so we assume she either stood up for herself or kept out of the action.
The rooks are raucous, shouting and demanding as they fly over head. Blackbirds are bold as they scuttle along the ground. There’s a tit’s nest in our porch, but not in the tit-box I carefully put up. And no occupants, to date in the house martins nest and the swift boxes either.
In the field behind us there’s a horse which whinnies enthusiastically much of the evening. But I don’t know enough ‘horse’ to know whether it’s joy, frustration or just high spirits. No-one seems to be concerned however, so I assume all is OK
In the front garden a bold squirrel sits on the fence, apparently posing for a picture.
So Summer’s here. But for how long?
I’m making the most of it. Yesterday I bought a new water-butt to catch rain water from the drain pipes, and some more bark chip to put down under the yew and along the back edge of the vegetable plot. I trimmed edges and did some weeding, and put the bark chip down. A friend of mine calls this type of gardening, ‘Putting the edges back in’ – this defining touch makes the garden look neat, even when really it isn’t!
This evening I had a small sub-committee meeting. The members admired the garden. I had my fingers crossed that they wouldn’t look too closely.
We are planning a mid-summer poetry and music reading. About three weeks to go.
Then the nights start drawing in.