Brighten up your day with Sue Grant’s weekly updates of what’s happening early doors in her garden this spring.
“So, last week I thought by now I’d be moving on to blossoms and birds. Had enough of the pesky weeds. Things change! Meet Crocosma Lucifer.
“Late every summer the star of my garden is the magnificent brilliant clump of Lucifer high on a distant border. About three years ago I pulled out a few stray corms and replanted them nearer the house. Mistake number one. Then I neglected them, mistake number two. No problem, they were growing nicely. Too nicely.
“Last week I discovered they had all but choked to death a small azalea, as well as other petty crimes. A couple of hours’ work needed to thin them out. Mistake number three. Five hours later I had achieved results in about half of the area. Crocosma corms are to be feared. Clinging together in deeply buried clumps, spreading wherever the large red seeds have fallen, they are… well, “Lucifer” says it all!
“Change of subject: our eight or more pairs of house martins are back. Early morning zoom raids upon the eaves of the house, north and south. It’s a joy to hear their busy chatter as they swoop around the rooftop, chattering and chickering, checking out their old nest sites.
“I was wrong two weeks ago about the warfare with the sparrows. Closer inspection with binoculars showed that the sparrows took over only one nest and, well ahead of the summer visitors, are now busily feeding squeaking offspring. The martins then disappear for much of the day, returning later in the afternoon. Soon the real business of nest building will begin. After two months of dry weather where will they now find any mud?
“At the other end of the bird-scale are some large noisy greylag geese. I have never seen them so regularly close to the house, squawking and honking as they fly over every day. We are quite a distance from Bassenthwaite Lake.
“Puzzling, until, on my return from an early morning walk, I found two pairs waddling slowly around in the adjoining field. The sun’s rays were just hitting the grass. Back home, about fifteen minutes later, I heard their lift-off and saw them disappear towards the water. Back again in the evening, and the same every day. Presumably just roosting in the field, too young to have mated and produced families this year? Any thoughts?”
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