
We live in a funny kind of house – the sun mostly shines on our (non-overlooked) front garden, and only in high summer does it hit the back.
In winter-time, the back garden has been described (by me, mostly) as ‘the place where the sun never shines’. This is factually correct and goes some way, perhaps, to explaining why we’ve never paid the back garden a lot of attention. We get the grass (it’s not really grass – it’s moss and weeds) cut every two weeks in the summer time, and come October we bid it farewell for another year.
At least that’s what we used to do, until our long-time gardener threw in the towel. In the 2 months since its first cut, it’s turned into a bit of a jungle.
But today there’s a new man on the horizon, and he’s coming this afternoon.
‘Hurrah’ we said, until this morning, when we wandered out into the jungle and discovered that it had become home to hundreds of honey bees, wild orchids, clover, buttercups plus other stuff that we don’t know the name of..
and, oh yes – even the odd dragonfly..
In a matter of weeks, our boring back garden had turned into WB Yeats’ ‘bee-loud glade’..
We stood on the back step, gazing at the ferocious activity and came to a decision. We’d get the new guy to just strim the edges, cut a bit of the grass, and leave the wildlife to enjoy itself for another few months.
I have absolutely no doubt that he’ll think we’re complete eegits; especially since he’s been lent by my no-nonsense, professional-gardener-style sister-in-law.. but we’ll just have to suck up his contempt for the moment.. it will keep the bees happy..
Our organic Blueberries and Gooseberries are coming along nicely too, by the way. No one bothers them out there you see.. 😉
Two days later:
We did as we planned and the kind man said nothing but cut what grass he could.
The following morning, Mr Sat Night said to me as I wandered into the kitchen – ‘We did the right thing with the garden’.
‘Did we?’ said I.
‘Yes, I’ve been watching the bees having a ball with the weeds..’
Job done.
And here’s a picture of Fluff enjoying our ‘bee-loud glade..’
We’ve also put out a bowl of sugared water for the bees, in case they’re thirsty in this heat. Sadly I can’t guarantee that the cats haven’t slurped it up!