I sat up the garden this afternoon after a thrilling TT, me and Dennis the dog on limited exercise. Lola, the other dog doing enough for both of us beetling around in the long grass and looking for small mammals. The hawthorn blossom has finished now and there’s going to be a good crop of berries, elder is in flower smelling wonderful and the two types of honeysuckle that have gone mad through the pear tree and other trees (and rather overwhelmed it) are just beginning to blossom. We’re going to have some lovely evenings up there with a beer or two watching the bats and breathing in the scent. The birds love the mix of trees and the protection they give, lots of gold and greenfinches singing away, dunnocks, robins, blackbirds, blue and great tits, thrushes, house sparrows, chiff chaffs and today I’m pretty sure a willow tit. It’s amazing what turns up if you let a certain wildness develop. We have swift’s overhead and also buzzards and kestrels eying up our terrier’s that probably look like rabbits from up there! My mate came and cut the paths into the long grass yesterday so it all looks intentional again, and so I can get about. The gooseberries in the fruit cage are getting a bit swamped with goosegrass, but, recognising that sometimes you can’t do everything I’ll probably open it up when they’re ripe and let the birds and the foxes have them.
Yes, a positive day for me, I’ve managed to beat the frustration!