It has never occurred to me to hang a mirror in my garden. I woke up on Friday morning with the tattered remnants of a dream – dappled sunlight filtering into a dark corner, reflections in a mirror. I wobbled off to work and there it was. The mirror. Bought it, knocked a nail in the tree (felt a bit guilty about that), and here it is:
Not much more I can do with the garden now – except to water, feed, talk to the seedlings and beg them to grow.
Still no butterflies, but today, a brief encounter with what I believe to be a bumble bee:
Have a lot to learn about macro photography but it’s a start.
The bird restaurant continues to do well. Rockin’ Robin is a constant companion. He serenades me as I potter….
The Starlings, who are also regulars, have introduced their kids. We have become a family restaurant.
Have a splendid evening y’all. TL has gone climb about in some French mountains for two weeks, sleeping rough, and left me all alone (sniff :-)). I shall treat myself to a ready made ‘slow cooked STEAK and Ale puff pastry pie’ and then, slowly (very slowly!) sipping brandy shall indulge in 3 episodes of ‘Spooks’ which I adore.