Mrs B,was lobbing off in great delight lengths of this and that from our overgrown hedgerow containing some very nasty plants with wicked thorns enough for "Brer Rabbit,"to Say do throw me in." Meaning no way was he up to facing that prickly back combing process needed in order to get him out of that enormous long area that divided well the garden with its large frog fill pond from the mysterious wood that lay beyond it.
It being a sunny day i sat upon the warm bricks of the Well,and watched all the activity of a pleasant few hours spent outside. Mrs B,was up and standing upon the small A framed ladder most of the time,cutting away at that Barberis hedge that just had to be reduced two foot or more from the overgrown top. Finally down to eight foot,other clipping back was made especially to the wild dark ivy that grows up and through it from the woods beyond,and which would indeed engulf the entire place if not managed well and held at bay. The most striking features of the Barberis Harlequin bush with its redish-purple leaves marbled with pink and white was certainly a great specimen plant that well needed hacking back.All this activity while from time to time our little friend the red breasted Robin,sang his song while sitting upon the old garden fork handle that had been shoved deep set into the garden soil not three feet away from where i sat. A pretty sight and sounded delight.
If you look really carefully in the garden near the pond you will see Fred and MayBell!
Life is a lot less busy for Fred these days ,because the garden has lots of tiny Frogs leaping about.
So that will help control those nasty munching Slugs.
i remember with a bright amusing smile, that the fork in question had broken many a year before while i tried very hard to dig up the rhizomes of the Hosta plants above that were very deep rooted.A massive clump of the stuff that took ages to dig out,but had to be divided by hacking and slicing it up with the spade, the last remaining half from that set of expensive gardening tools.
Our garden on the small but tidy overgrown side of wild, has to be dug up here and there sometimes to make growing room for in that case not just the Arum lilies,but new specimens that come our way from time to time.The remains taken out not all destined for the green bin but shared out amongst our friends.
As for the collage of wicked mixed prickly bushes much of it Hawthorn,and Blackthorn that Mrs B,was hacking back,it really was the wrong side of the year for such drastic action but getting on in years requires taking opportunity of the fine good weather and not waiting for the freezing cold Autumn weather to blast its way in,in its dangerous slippery wetness.
There were however lots of the 48 foot long hedgerow which had flowered and which being sort of under eight foot high was given a light lower trim with the top left so the birds of which there are many have berries enough to feast upon much later in the year.
We were both amazed to see the Long Tailed Tits fly into the garden. First one then another six or more visited the flowering Buddleia bushes and climbing roses that had grown up and through each other masking quite well the ugliness of the galvanized wire supports that had been fixed and screwed in tight upon the painted white wall of the house many years before.
As i recall where the black bamboo sways along in fresh delight upon a breezy day,it was just a plain straight up wall 17 to 28 foot high with not one featured window set into it. It to me and Mr`s B,was an architectural blunder and in a grand apex of the house sort of way,and was the very first thing we had to address for drastic action in that triangled wedge shaped garden.
As for the Long Tailed Tits they all finally flew up one at a time into the large leafed branches of the Hazel Nut Tree that over shadow`s the steps leading up to the wooden deck ,that in turn towers over the low roof of our house extension.They were upon as far as we knew their first visit to the garden,and were probably fresh fledglings from some high up hidden nest in an ivy clad tree overlooking our activity. Our activity because with Mrs B, fine balanced high upon the top, there were times i stood upon the bottom rung of the A framed ladder in order to steady it on awkward bits of the garden.Getting well prickled as the stuff descended in wicked cruel fashion from on high and i in return was a plonking tons of it in the large black bin we`d placed at the far end of the pond.
Being a disabled person for many a year now means i cannot do gardening or much of anything now in the gardens that ring our little space of Fiddle Wood,but my fifteen stone of misshaped lumpiness ,stood well supporting a ladder does not come that hard for me to do.
i must try and fix those lower down broken steps one of these days. We call it Fiddle Wood Rot that comes in from the woods where the Honey Fungus thrives in utter decay. BB