I now sit taking a brief break from the bread and butter work of supporting big companies with software problems. I am dangling at the end of a wire from the small summerhouse in the rabbit / deer proof section of garden that we have created.
It has worked, the Marigolds are knee deep, new beds of roses starting to establish as blocks of colour (purchased for 10p a plant in the winter from a Spalding plant 'factory shop'). I do envision the early morning rabbits with noses pressed up against the slatted fence longing to have a good feed in the golden pasture.
Outside it sounds like a BBC sound effects record, so many species of bird gathered to shout about how good it is to be a sparrow etc Vs any other species, until the black shadow of a Red Banded Kite flies over. Then silence, but the Kite often as not is attacked by a crow or raven in a fighter against bomber type conflict. We have couple of Kites with missing flight feathers as a result, a bit like the D Day markings on wings when seen against the sky.
On that subject, the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight Lancaster did a wonderful fly by for our village fayre the other week, I was dressed as a WW2 Paratrooper (you wouldn't get such an unfit specimen as myself at any time admittedly) - 70 years since the local RAF station flew troops out in DC3 / C47 transports for D Day and Arnhen operations, I was doing a show and tell for kids who were learning about D Day at school.
Our next challenge is to get the garden ship shape for the village 'open gardens' day, an annual fund raiser that seems to have quite a high standard. So it looks like a. lots of weeding needed, b. a bit of rustic path making also required c. the realization that all our current flowers are blooming 6 weeks too soon and will we have anything to look moderately pretty ? Ahh the joy of self imposed angst, compared with a year ago when we were awaiting confirmation of house sale and actually coming here this is bliss.
