Lush

This was supposed to have been a no-gardening day – partly because I’m already bored to tears with it, the novelty of (relative) tidiness having worn off before it’s even been fully achieved, but mainly because I’ve been pushing myself … Continued

Possessive

R and I did some more quite heavy gardening this morning, working on a rather tragic old greengage tree in the secret garden, which was blown apart in last month’s storms and has been leaning on other structures or lying … Continued

Playing dead

It was a brilliantly sunny, though very cold, day, and I knew it was likely that the owls would be flying this afternoon. But still tired after yesterday’s trip to Cardiff, and with a weekend’s Boy-sitting to come, I talked … Continued

Well met

I was beating and sweeping tiny inverts out of their shelters this morning when this Southern Hawker flew right past my face, making me take a rapid step back and say “Waah!”. I doubt that he’d intended to get quite … Continued

Nine

“What are you going to do for your nine-year thingy?” enquired R yesterday. “Oh, bugger,” I said. “I’d completely forgotten.” And then, “I’m going to go to Trench Wood, and find nine interesting invertebrates.” Several things occur to me about … Continued