Tuesday, 1 June 1993

Honeysuckle

During early summer when the nights are still or the wind is in the right direction, our senses are assailed by the wonderful perfume from the honeysuckle that clambers over the long since dead pear tree. Today I pruned the honeysuckle back hard and with a modicum of care, because although there are very few honeysuckle blooms left, the tree is now covered by long hanging chains of passion flowers, and although they don’t have the glorious perfume of the honeysuckle they are so startling to look at and another bonus is that the bees and other insects love them.

Friday, 1 January 1993

New Year’s Day

The start of another year, a chance to start another diary, it is a long time since I kept one, but since this is also to hold my nature notes I expect it to be both an easy and delightful task.

The garden here grows ever more like a nature reserve and continues to please me – I shall be sad if the time ever comes to leave here and we don’t find, firstly someone to enjoy it as much as we do, for it is a very special place, and secondly if we don’t find a garden that I can turn into another nature reserve.

This morning, the first of the year, I have seen redwings, fieldfares, robins, mistle thrushes and song thrushes, collared doves, blackbirds, nuthatches, chaffinches, starlings, blue tits, magpies, and crows all with in a few minutes of me rising, by the end of the day this list will have grown considerably.

The squirrels have been busy feeding from the bird tables, we have three regulars, but this morning I saw another one, such a tiny little thing and obviously hungry – too timid to climb on to the bird table. He did, however, find the malus tree, and there amid the blackbirds, song thrushes and mistle thrushes, the fieldfares and redwings, he crouched and had a feast, before scampering off. I hope he returns and plucks up courage to use the bird table.