So I shan’t waste too much time indoors this morning; I need to get going before it hots up.
Just wanted to share the exciting (not) news about our pine marten population. We have a baby. We saw his body on the night vision camera we left up for a week. A whole family cavort on the roof. And last night I saw his little face poking out from under the tiles at 9pm. Cheeky thing. He is still too small to get around by the look of it. His mother looks like she still carries him in her mouth to get about.
Otherwise we will put a lot of effort – building a scaffolding tower, working late at night – into sealing up one home and giving the wild animals the keys to a nicer new home instead.
And now hours later I’m poised to go and visit the little pine martens again just to see if I can photograph the little baby poking its nose out the roof.
But luckily it wasn’t all wild animals. Although Artur thought the strange creature in the pool (the robot) was an enemy that had to be attacked.
I’m just about a good size for him: he kept pestering me while I did a fast water of the vegetable garden. But as soon as I donned the ear muffs and headed off purposefully towards the lawn mower he took off.
High dudgeon. But the lawns needed mowing. And I managed to get around in less than four hours. And that included a quick trip to town for groceries in between.
The widlflowers on all the edges of my wonky curves are growing strongly: lots of achillea, annual grasses, wild geraniums and, sadly, verbascums. I must do another hunt for the dread plants this week.
But the effect is just what I had hoped. The red clover fights for space among the grass quite well.
Other excitements today? My first monarda has flowered. These plants came from Leslie, so I knew they could cope with the cold. But they do prefer a moist soil.
The miscanthus grasses directly below on the next terrace certainly benefit from the extra spring water. It’s a jungle of Japanese grass right now.
But a fast and determined mow (using all the grass cuttings as a mulch in the soft fruit orchard) has transformed it. Well, I think so. And it certainly means that the rest of the vetch that scrambles all throughout the bank almost looks planned.
Control and chaos is definitely the order in this garden.