The trouble with May is the nagging thought that things can’t get any better.
So as we look up at the full moon tonight
We must not forget to look down to where the nymphs glide, sucking dry their tadpole prey
The continuing absence of rain has produced a strangely mudless world. The time of wading through constant ooze is a distant memory as we stride across hard beaten earth.
Pigs seem taller as legs, which have been underground for the last six months, appear above ground level.
Water level drops in the Lake
where we are building up the south facing Sunny Bank
and intigrating new plant life
The Meadow is a buzzing
and the Buddhist Tree, experiencing its first Spring with toes in the unrestricted ground, is spreading its beneficence
Also, the neighbouring lambs are starting to look quite plump and juicy
After yesterday finding a battered Orange Tip, presumably overwintering in the polytunnel, we are thrilled today to spot a pristine specimen
which must have emerged this year.
We have not seen this species until now. Butterflies have been sadly absent from our plot over the last couple of years. One Red Admiral flapping around in various locations.
Down in the meadow
the Green-veined White has returned
But apart from that we can be measured by the Butterly Count
So today we put in an order
to try and improve the situation
This week Monty Don
talks about the situation when our greenhouse is full but there is nowhere to go.
We know how he feels