The sun has got its hat on.
The sun is shining, and I am looking out on my garden with something akin to a glint in my eye.
Yesterday I bought in Lidl a couple of packets of seeds of native Irish summer plants, with the intent after cutting my grass of spilling a few in the edges and centre. Hopefully, in a month or so, a new carpet of delight will arise and tempt the bees and butterflies. If not them, certainly for my eyes.
That is, if I can avoid the various little birds currently scavenging through the grass and moss. They must be doing well, as they keep coming back. I saw for the first time a bird picking a worm from the ground the other day. Something you read about, but rarely see. I guess a nest was delighting itself on this Spring bounty that day.
For now, no worms, but I am slowly reclaiming my garden from the mess a few storms left earlier in the year. I am looking to clear one fence (well, the only one remaining) and plant some nice climbing plants for the Autumn and future. I am not sure yet what to plant on this south facing area, so if anyone has any ideas, I welcome them in the comments. For now, I will aim for meadow plants and hopefully fields of buzzing glory.
The end fence faces west, and is somewhat shaded by the remaining boughs of the tree. I am thinking of putting in a barrier hedge of some form, but my preferred option of a Beech row would not work – one side would not get enough light, and that makes them woody. I thought of trees, indeed potentially Lelandia, but they grow fast and full, and need a lot of maintenance. But the birds do love them.
Border plants ranked to bloom throughout the year could be nice. My cousin did a bloom clock, with plants to bloom in separate months of the year, and giving lovely lush greens in the winter months. I may try for that.
I thought of planting veggies, but to be honest, I know myself. They need tending, and I do not have that kind of commitment. I toyed with the idea of planting as the original American peoples did, mixing squash, maize and beans. My problem is I do not like squash, love beans, and prefer to pop my corn. Probably not the best for garden growing, so.
My front porch gets really warm, though, so a pot of tomatoes might be in order in this mini glasshouse. I still have time, so should be OK. My Mum used grow them with peas, one apparently locking the nitrogen in the soil, the other lapping it up. Both benefiting from tomato food supplements.
As for the tree that fell, in light of recent proclamations from the Green On High, I shall be trying to cut it up and season it for fueling the house this winter. No sod of turf is it, but a log on the fire can still be a joy to watch.
In the meantime, I am cutting parts of it to make bee and butterfly hotels to hide amid the foliage of the future climbing flowers. A refuge for them amongst the flowers.
