roaming the wilds of south west Surrey
Attracted by the cheeping sound, I peered into a hole in a tree trunk (scarily low down – easy for predators to access) and could vaguely make out four little heads. A flash photo shows a couple of eager little beaks agape for anything the parent might bring back. I didn’t linger long, as the parent blue tit was hovering anxiously about and came straight to the nest as soon as I moved away.
Spring has definitely sprung in the garden. The mixture of sun and heavy rain over the last week or two has caused an explosion of growth. In the sunshine this morning, I couldn’t believe how green and
overgrown lush everything looked.
I’m a bit softhearted about what I consider to be a weed… if I’m not sure what it is, I tend to give it a chance to show me, and if it has pretty flowers then gets garden space, at least for a while. :-D I also garden for wildlife, so plenty of overgrown bits to provide cover and shelter. Shame that the slugs and snails seem to be the ones to make most use of this.
I love this time of year. It’s exciting to see which perennials have survived the winter and which annuals have self seeded. The tenacious hop has burst forth again, is climbing up the fence with its sticky tendrils and smothering everything it comes near to. I have to keep unwinding it from the alliums and irises. The aquilega I planted last year have come back very strongly. Love their purple bells. Love the purple in general, actually; there seems to be rather a lot of it.