Gardening
R was busy this morning, slapping wood stain on the garage, and I decided – with deep reluctance – that instead of going out and enjoying myself I was morally obliged to share the pain of domesticity. After the weird … Continued
Once or twice a season I walk round a corner in the garden and run smack into a Southern Hawker. If I have my wits about me, I can generally throw my bum into reverse in time to stop and … Continued
When I wandered into the garden between the rain showers there weren’t many insects around apart from moth flies, and I thought I was going to need to dislodge someone from their roost to get a more interesting subject. But … Continued
What with one thing and another, this is turning out to be a crazy week. Today’s madness was the Boy Wonder bringing his mother over for a visit, and by the time I’d prepared a batch of chilli con carne and … Continued
It’s only three years since R found the first Oak Bush-cricket either of us had ever seen, on an iris leaf in the wildlife pond, but since then I’ve found them quite regularly on different trees and shrubs around the … Continued