Ever alert, the chickens have rushed over as close as their fence will allow, hoping in vain that my cup of tea might instead be tasty scraps for them.
The bean tree is laden with white blossoms, each little bonnet trimmed with a perfectly ruched edge.
I’ve just put my gardening shorts in the wash, domestic detail but by the time I’d laid out the contents of the pockets I sensed a quick sketch was in the air.... all those irresistible textures!
exhibit a. a net bag
Our lovely neighbour who has been growing trees all his life has the same problem. He already has a pair of step ladders parked by the trunk of his walnut tree and is contemplating his strategy. I sense we are locked in friendly combat and will be comparing our harvests come the autumn. Meanwhile I am salvaging every net bag that would otherwise be heading for the dustbin and plan to tie one around every walnut.
exhibit b. bee identification chart
exhibit c. pencil stub for writing on seed markers
exhibit d. strips of my daughter’s ripped school tights
exhibit e. feather from a Greater Spotted Woodpecker
exhibit f. a parsnip seed head
Now that wouldn’t have fared well in the washing machine!
Is it a tomato?
Is it a peach?
No it's a walnut but is that enough to fool the squirrels?