It is a nature reserve. Quite an interesting one.
Another torrid, fairly sleepless night. In the early hours, sleep fled and was replaced by busy brain syndrome which persisted until daylight arrived. It was a grey daylight, though the sun is to be congratulated on later shoving the clouds out of the way.
I had gardening to do… the plants we bought yesterday required planting into pots. Despite last night’s brief, heavy shower, everything was gasping for water; the contents of many pots had become weedy and/or straggly and messy over the seasons, and some plants could be transferred to our only real, earth, small, flower bed. The one H lies in. (She can’t lie in it any more thanks to the prickly rose bush which has supplanted her)
It was quite back-breaking work, but I shifted things/ potted things and swapped things.
I heard Burt shuffle his way outside and he tried to engage me in conversation. Because I was clutching a heavy terracotta pot and wanted to get it into the back garden, his attempt was doomed to failure and he shuffled back inside.
I eyed up the dandelions, which were decorating the lawn. The grass needed cutting but since the garden bin was full of someone else’s garden waste, I decided to leave the mowing till tomorrow. A logical decision really, because the bin will be emptied tomorrow . Should have been today, but Bank Holiday Monday got in the way.
T was up and ready as we headed for Dry Sandford Pit which is part of Cothill Fen the other side of Abingdon. This consists of a network of paths and mounds and meadows, with a stream running through them. Very earthy and shady in places. We didn’t get as far as the geologically interesting part. It was hot by now so we were glad of the shade. But it was a very peaceful secret sort of place . We met one other dog with its pet human.
We returned to Millets farm after an hour or so exploring. The staff there in the cafe are just lovely, and also they are kind to Heidi, providing water in special dog bowls.
We picked up (bought) a few more plants to fill the spaces I created in some pots, and for some to ramble over the fence.
And, at home, I puzzled over some small leaves/ shoots appearing in our one and only flower bed, which are reminiscent of escholzia which is which is one of my favourite plants. Definitely self seeded if it is escholzia; if not it’s a nuisance weed . watch this place.
The plants will be attended to tomorrow. The afternoon became warm and soporific though it has clouded over a bit now.
I may have prematurely fallen asleep in the evening.
Thought for the day
This local man is a genius …
Look carefully to see what it is made of. Recycling at its best! I want one. But getting through all the milk is a bit daunting. We buy it in 1L bottles which last several days.
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