August in the Garden
The weather has been so weird lately. Yesterday it was so windy that the trees and bushes in the garden were whirling around just as they do during a late autumn storm. Yet, kneeling down whilst weeding, it seemed as if I was below the gusts of wind and I could hardly feel them and it was so warm too.
We saw quite a few butterflies whilst out in the garden but they were too skittish to take any decent photos. The birds are still around but not feeding at the feeders as much as usual. There are many sparrows, a couple of robins, blackbirds and of course the ubiquitous wood pigeons. Mr Fox visits us every night and we've spotted him early morning too. One evening he brought three friends with him. Mr Badger has been digging up our potatoes. We didn't know what had been digging in the raised beds but our next door neighbours saw a badger on their lawn late one evening so we think that he or she the culprit. The squirrels are still doing all they can to pinch the sunflower hearts in the bird feeders, shinning up and down the pole and hanging upside down shovelling the hearts into their pouches.
I was particularly pleased to see the little bug house we fastened to the fence has been in use. We seem to have several leaf cutter bees in residence.
The bees also love this plant which grows near the pond. It has been there since we moved here and I've no idea what it is.
The grass has been cut which makes the garden look a little bit tidier as some of the bed and borders look a little overgrown at this time of year.
Most of the flowers are shades of pink and lilac now with the occasional shot of colour from the dahlia flowers, crocosmia and what is left of the nasturtiums in a hanging basket.
I bought some local Staffordshire grown plums from the supermarket and made a crumble which I forgot to photograph but it was delicious.
The plums on our tree will take a lot longer to achieve crumble status.
The hazel tree next to the plum tree has some growth too.
We always hope to get to those nuts before the squirrels but it is a battle we seem to lose every year.