We had all afternoon at the plot yesterday. Whilst Martyn was busy with his tiller I was busy weeding. This may be a strange thing to admit but I quite like weeding - somehow it's satisfying to look on a tidy weeded bed with loosened soil. I'm a girl of simple pleasures!
Yesterday one of my weeding tasks (task makes it sound unpleasant doesn't it maybe I should say experiences was to weed around the row of native primroses that grow along the foot of the reluctant kiwis.
They are in full flower at the moment but were surrounded by weeds so I sat on the grass, with the sun warming my back, weeding around them taking care not to pull up any of the tiny self sown seedlings. A couple of ladybirds chose one of the flowers for a romantic liaison so I had to take care not to disturb them too. As I worked the delicate scent of primrose drifted in the air, furry bumble bees checked out the flowers and up in a tall tree just to the right of the photo a bird sang it's heart out.
It satisfied four of my fives senses - I suppose I could have nibbled on a flower and then I would have had the full set but I chose not to go as far as that!
I do like the colourful cultivated primroses although I'm not keen on the double varieties but I don't think you can beat our natives
We have a small patch of primroses in the garden in the bed where the snowdrops and hellebores are planted but, being more shaded, these are only just beginning to leaf and it will be a while before we have flowers there - that is if the birds don't take a fancy to the buds - strange how they leave the ones on the plot alone.
Update on frog activity:
They have really overdone the frog spawn now - take a peek at Martyn's post.