Dear Garden, it feels like ages since I last wrote to you and yet it was only in March. The world seems busier, more loud, more unpleasant and cynical than it has been for quite a while.
The search for good news seems a Quixotic quest and so I shall look for my own windmills, maybe not to tilt at but to enjoy and celebrate. Dear garden, I feel the need for celebrating something, anything. I feel the need to find hope somewhere and of course for me that somewhere is you my garden, always you.
We are now in Spring and if I can't find hope in Spring then I know I am in real trouble. Everything about Spring seems to be about hope, ok maybe the emergence of ants, slugs and snails are not hugely positive in some ways except they too show a return of life. Whilst I do get tired of getting bitten by ants as I accidently disturb their nests whilst gardening, I know that when I see them start to set out and explore that the soil is warming up. This is a good thing.and, dear garden, you are having a mystery occurrence. There are tufts of moss scattered across an area of the lawn, looking like when the cats have been scratching lumps out of the rug. Either the neighbours are passive-aggressively drawing attention to the moss in my lawn (they wouldn't) or something/someone is hunting for something. I suspected birds, possibly magpies as I seen to have a few this year (three for a girl as they say...). So I posted a picture on twitter to see if anyone had any answers. Chafer grubs and leather jackets were suggested as possible causes. Not in themselves as they are not causing the damage, but blackbirds hunting for them. Leatherjackets in particular seems very possible as I always seem to have a lot of Daddy Longlegs flying about later in the summer, or spiders with wings as I like to call them. I really don't like them they are just too leggy (remember that song about John Wayne is Big Leggy? I never understood that..... anyhoo...). I hasten to add I do not kill Daddy Longlegs, but I really hate them flying around.