And so it begins….the buying of seeds. I always start off sensibly, thinking about what I would really like to grow, then as winter drags on the blood seems to rush to my head and before I know it I’m acquiring packet after packet of seed. But, at the moment I’m still in the sensible, logical stage and have selected some veg, a packet of Himalayan blue Poppies, which I did have in the garden until the crazy chain saw guy trampled them all……and LOTS of Wild flower seeds. I must say though, Wild Flower seeds certainly aint cheap!!! This little lot cost me an arm and a leg!
And here, for the meadow behind the potato digger I have a selection of Meadow mix and a Wild Flower Cornfield mix. Ever since I’ve had the meadow, which is years now, hardly any Wild Flowers have grown in it, so I’m poking holes in it every day with a garden fork hoping to give the seeds a chance to establish themselves this year.
And under the enormous old Beech trees I shall sow a Wild Flower Woodland mixture. All the Wild Flowers are British, and many contain seeds from rare and declining British Wild Flowers. I’m hoping that they will flourish and feed and delight our pollinators…..now I need to go to work on creating more log piles and wild corners that will eventually become buggy hotels and homes to hedgehogs and other small mammals.
I‘ve left the Buddleia seed heads on for Winter feed for the birds.
I am beginning to worry about our wildlife. The seasons are now so varied and unpredictable that they are having a detrimental effect on all sorts of species. At the rescue, tiny hedgehogs as well as adults are constantly being brought in. The late Spring we had last year resulted in the hogs having their second litter exceptionally late, so very few of them will survive. Now, the mild winter is bringing the adults out of hibernation and they have nothing to eat so are wandering about, starving. I do hope you Brits out there will help these little guys out, by leaving a little food and water out. They will eat cat and dog food, but dislike fish.
The other concern is that birds are already building nests, and again, there is little food to feed the young and a sudden cold snap will kill the chicks.
Talking of strange weather, last night was downright weird. As I let the dogs in about midnight, I heard the wind screaming and roaring around the garden. The odd thing was though, not a single branch was moving, it was almost like the wind was trapped in it’s own vortex! To add to the spooky effect a couple of owls were shrieking, and my little midnight warbler, a robin, was singing away. It’s odd with robins, they sing day and night, all year round, the only garden bird to do this.
Remember the felled tree border that was FULL of giant, heavy concrete stones? Well, aftrer much grunting and cursing, Hubs eventually moved them for me. He was not at all impressed with me faffing about re their exact location which meant him moving them several times….
Now I can crack on with clearing that border!
The wild winds we’ve had recently brought down a bower that my aged Clematis had been growing up, so I was really worried that it’s roots had snapped. So I trotted off and bought a new support for it, and was so pleased to find it more or less intact. I think I’ve gone a little bright re the orange paint though….hopefully it will disappear once it bursts into leaf…