Friday, 21 June 2019


I love Chris Packham. I love his hair. I love his shirts. I love his music taste. I love his witty misery. So much so, I'm trying to turn my garden into a nature reserve and I'm blaming him. We're starting small, and simple, and slow. Foxgloves seemed to arrive on their own, but perfectly and they are proving extremely popular with bumble bees, although I haven't seen a honey bee yet this year. We've also got both English and French lavender which I love the stink of and so do the buzzy guys.

There's a planter that we didn't know what to do with so we sprinkled some "meadow flower" mixed seed on it. This is the second summer after we sowed the seeds. No poppies or cornflowers, but lots of daisies, yarrow and some different grasses and a few other things we haven't identified yet. We've tried to leave it as much as possible to encourage insect guests. My daughter enjoys the jungle feel of crawling along the path, spotting caterpillars and woodlice. She protects them and tells me "it's a living creature" and not to step on them.

We've taken up the weed suppressant we had under the bark chippings. The worms and slugs are no good to the birds if they can't be got at.

The gunnera offers cover for any passing little critters. And it's growing slightly scary, spiky "flowers" right now. Sort of gross. Definitely Jurassic looking.

We've left some piles of wood around. There is some evidence that something has been digging about under them which is honestly THRILLING. It might be "just" a blackbird, but we know there are hedgehogs in the garden next door, so we can dream it's them.

We have dug a little hole under the fence to allow for and encourage natural traffic. It interested me that a breeze blows through it, moving the grass on either side. They must feel it and come and have a look? Or at least it will carry the scents through.

We also made this larger pile of logs, with a sort of door. It's like a small critter stopover, maybe. We're going to put some leaves and such inside, when they start to drop. But we haven't put any food down, because we back onto the railway line and the rats are like alsatians and don't need any extra help from us.

My daughter lay a daisy at the entrance of this when we'd finished, and said "it's for the hedgehogs. They might want to take it inside for a pillow." Which completely killed me. How dare she be that cute. Bit extra, really. We were hysterical this morning, as we skipped out to check if it had moved and it had COMPLETELY GONE. What further evidence could possibly be required?

Flower wise, the show stoppers for me right now are from this rose bush and the coral bells, or huechera.

Wow! Delicate. Graceful.

 It hasn't been warm enough yet for a single evening outside, and one of the things we long for all year is lighting the fire pit and sitting out until it gets dark enough for bats. We've just arrived at the solstice, so hopefully this will change now? Surely? Pretty please? Anyway, it's all not too shabby out there. We're planning a pond next so the critters can drink. No fish, but I keep trying to calm myself down when I think about there could maybe be a bit of frogspawn in it one day? Next spring? Steady, now.

In other news, I shaved my head. It's something I've dreamed of doing for decades, as I used to have rapunzel hair. I think it's just par for the course that one extreme leads to another. I LOVE IT. And only wish I'd done it sooner. I dread to count the number of hours of my life I've wasted on hair maintenance. No more. Only an easy life for me. And peep those silver temples. Why not?

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