Chopped wood (well I used a saw actually)
I needed to do some work on the trees at the bottom of the garden. The lower branches were hanging down over my main route to the compost area. Every time I went that way an outstretched limb would grab my hat and throw it into the nettles.
The branches were far too low for nests, but I had an inspection before getting to work with the saw and was happy that it was all clear.
A robin perched on a safe branch and watched me with great interest. “Can I give you a song?” he asked politely. It would have been rude to refuse. All was well with the world.
He popped back from time to time to check on my progress. I think he was impressed.
The rest of the gardening day was spent cutting the branches into smaller pieces. Leafage was for the garden waste bin, small twigs into the kindling (did someone hear the phone?) pile.
Larger pieces were put into another pile. And another pile was made up of bigger pieces still. It was all guess work, so some pieces may be in the wrong pile. It didn’t bother me earlier, but now I will have to check everything again tomorrow.
For now the largest bits will be added to the rotting wood pile I created seven years ago in the hope of attracting stag beetles.
Actually, just thinking about it, the books said it takes seven years for them to arrive. I better get some bedding and towels ready.
Yesterday, on my social media feeds (see right), I posted a picture of one of my pea seedlings that was growing in the shape of an Easter bunny.
Today I present to you Easter Island – or Easter Greenhouse, perhaps. All the little bunnies worshiping the sun.
For the record, I also relocated the rotary clothes line so that it didn’t obscure the view of the pond from the kitchen window. I also fixed part of the fence so that it didn’t collapse and crush next door’s display of solar powered night lights.
Seriously, it’s a wonder the local airport haven’t complained that they are distracting pilots on their final approach.