Gosh, how the week has flown and to think it’s almost mid-march!
I feel that I’m positively whizzing through the garden jobs now. The extended veggie patch has been dug over and the first of the seeds, carrots, have gone in. The potatoes will be next, and as a girl can never have too many spuds I shall be planting plenty of those, and lots of different varieties, after all I do have more space now.
Now, this is a job I really dread doing… turning the compost bins! But I do like the wonderful crumbly compost I’ll eventually get so these have been shook out, and put back. I was surprised to find potatoes and ivy growing in two of them, but now all is hunky dory and hopefully, my compost will soon be ready.
Last week a co-worker at the rescue surprised me with a gift of wild flower seeds, a thank you/bribe….her words…. for helping out with extra shifts. Lots more coming up this week…. lol.
I am absolutely thrilled with them, especially the teasel, that will grow to five foot and I have one hundred seeds.I was surprised to read that they can take anything from a month to three months to germinate….but hey, well worth the wait. I just adore the names of wildflowers….corn cockle…makes the heart sing it does.
Spring is waiting in the wings and is about to take center stage any day now, the cherry and plum trees are full to overflowing with tight flower buds that will burst into life soon….one of my all time favourite sights, you just can’t beat the confetti floating across the lawn and forming drifts.
There is also new life in the pond…..it’s now full of frog spawn…..which will soon be a mass of wriggling tadpoles, and I do enjoy tadpole watching.
Last night hubs, daughter and I sat out around the chiminea. Goodness me…it was blowing a gale and the flames were licking around the outside of the chiminea and actually brushing across our knees.
Very dramatic it was and rather thrilling. It looked a little like solar flares flying off the sun’s surface.
Now, a friend at the rescue had me thinking this week.
He was telling me about an article he’d recently read. Apparently some guy had been sitting close to a robin and heard the strangest sounds. They were extremely faint, but as he strained to hear he realised that it was the robin singing….but almost in a whisper. It sang several different songs and repeated them, over and over…..ever so quietly. Then it suddenly belted out it’s “new” songs at full volume. This led the guy to assume that the robin had been practicing! Now isn’t that an astonishing thing…..to think that a little bird rehearses it’s song….isn’t that called thinking?
I do love robins, they are so tame and are the only garden birds that sing day and night all year round. I leave my window open at night just to hear it, such a varied, complex, melodic song it is too….I always think of the robin as my little midnight warbler.
Just look at the lovely flowers beginning to appear on the witch hazel, aren’t they unusual?
The whole garden is full of crocus at the moment….blue, purple,cream and white.
And….the bumbles have discovered it.
to my great joy, so have the honey bees. I hardly saw one last year but now thanks to the crocus they are everywhere.
Just goes to show how a little planning can help the wildlife eh?
Wonderful it is! I’m hoping they stick around as I have a succession of plants throughout the year that should keep them happy. I’ve even seen a few red admirals.
will somebody please tell Annie to get out of the lavender patch?
And Sam to STOP digging?