Brighten up your day with Sue Grant’s weekly update of what’s happening early doors in her garden this spring.
“So, I have decided to start each day with a walk around our own patch. No matter the weather – she says confidently while the sunshine lasts! – watching and listening, forgetting for a while all the troubles around us.
“A wood pigeon wakens me early in the morning. His, or her, monotonous but gentle call is ever present during the day. As I shut the door behind me I am greeted by the more strident notes of a nuthatch and the tentative song of the thrush, just tuning up. Chaffinches and siskins, tits of all shapes and sizes, blackbirds and robins, have all been up and about long before me. The grass under the huge old oak tree is littered with small white chips of wood, newly arrived since yesterday. The woodpecker has been busy.
“The vibrant yellows of the daffodils and the forsythia shine against the backdrop of the dark holly hedge. Bushes and shrubs that seem bare from a distance reveal, on closer inspection, their hundreds of tiny green buds, just bursting with life, ready to explode.
“For us, this has been the “Pond Week”. We intended to drain it all out and empty it of gunge way back in early February, to mend the leaking liner, before the frogs arrived. But remember what the weather was like then, so, the operation was delayed, and the frogs beat us to it. Buckets full of slimy spawn had to be removed before we could continue. One bucket was tipped into a friend’s pool (by request!). Another was stored in our greenhouse, protected from the early morning frosts.
The lining has been mended, rocks heaved back into place, oxygenating plants bought from the garden centre, and today we hope to refill. Watch this space!”
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