The garden is alive with bees. Everywhere. And today I went up the ladder to chop back the R banksia lutea that is coming in through the bedroom windows and appearing out of the tiles on the roof (not good) to find there is a swarm in the roof. The descent of the ladder was swift.
Last week I discovered it was an adder not a grass snake in the workshop. And little adders.
And I spent last Monday clearing out where mr and mrs rat had made their home near the oil tank.
Squirrels are dancing on the big lawn at night.
Moles are trying to burrow through the heavy clay and only succeeding in making runnels.
Deer are eyeing up the new trees.
Dogs are at least keeping rabbits at bay at the moment.
And int he gardens there are roses roses roses and more roses. Honeysuckles. Pinks. All manner of scrumptious scents. Plus campanula of all sorts doing really well here, peonies have been spectacular but are now sadly all but over, poppies are appearing everywhere, the little picotee ones that I so like as fillers. Cornflowers are flowering so fast to be unpickable, ammi is overflowing the box beds, dill floating above phlox and astrantia, ranunculus are blinging it, the only serious failure has been delphiniums which are worse than disappointing....
One day I will have time and inclination to take some pictures.
Meanwhile wish me luck rehoming the bees.