My garden reminds me of the fable nursery. When the children pack up their toys and close the nursery door the toys come to life. It's like that with my garden, the minute I am out of it the birds bring it alive. I have today off and when looking out of the window today could see the lavender hedge twitching before a little yellow breasted bird hopped out and disappeared into the potato patch. Almost immediately a chaffinch flew down from the branches of a dead tree behind our fence and, with a cursory glance for predators, started pecking at the wild bird seed which had been knocked out of the bird feeder by the numerous magpies that strew the seed everywhere when they land on the feeder.
If I went out with a small fork I'd soon find even more signs of life; fat worms, little beetles, scuttling mini armadillos (woodlice), red ants and such like.
My Shasta daisy, Latin name Leuscanthemum Aglaia, is happily ensconced by one I'd bought last year. This frilly double daisy with it's dark green stem and deep yellow centre is such a cheery chap. I also noticed that my first sun flower, a huge thing, has started opening it's face to the sun today. It is enormous and yet you can get them twice the size of the one I have.
In the pots the tree paeonies that Mum bought me are growing well although two labels ended up on the ground so I'm not sure which ones is which now. I'll have to wait for flowers to appear to ensure I put the right label in the right pot.
I'm sorry that I ran out of sharp sand before I could improve the site I was planting my new Echinacea Mistral. It's tucked between a sturdy pink rose and a blue Hydrangea and fronts up a blue Agapanthus but it does prefer well drained soil and this pastel corner is quite boggy. Still, there's always room for improvement and I can dig it up again and correct my tardiness later. Gardens are quite forgiving that way.
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