While the world population of bees is in danger, it seems my policy of not caring for the property – in the fashion my neighbours would prefer – has paid off. Every day when I fetch the horses from pasture, it has been buzzing with bumbles, I really should have filmed that during our heatwave, it was deafening. (how am I not getting these ideas at the time of action? I’ve thought about a video diary for quite a while, and yet…) During my little photo adventure the other day I met more bees. Some of them are possibly flies in disguise, I know we have those too.
Some strawberries moved, some liberated from the worst crud. And a couple of struggling asparagus.
The other day as I began weeding, after running the sprinkler half a day (we hardly got any rain at all), I was attacked by a swarm of tiny flies. It was truly a whole cloud of them and only while I was working the soil, nowhere else in the garden, not from just wandering around for a looksee. I wonder what’s up with that.
Normally I don’t get much help gardening apart from lawn mowing, branch removal and that sort of thing. But since absolutely nothing was done last summer due to our bulding project and a miserable spring, I convinced himself to get out the tiller, appointed two beds where nothing had survived and asked to have the roots and crud raked away. And look what an amazing job he did!
I’d almost forgotten, that it’s a thing that I do. In all the weaving frenzy, wips have been sitting hidden and alone in various baskets, no longer interesting. Until I realised, that if we do get summer (which is not a given in years when I have new shorts and skirts) I can’t bring my looms outside. And it’s such a shame to sit inside when you have a garden, isn’t it?