Mossy Sticks and Blackbird Thieves

A little bit overcast today with some light showers, but it didn`t stop us doing a few jobs at the garden.

I added a few more plants to the little nursery and planted some mini-sedums in the fairy garden.

I noticed the fairy house roof has been raided, probably by a blackbird looking for nesting material.

This may be a bit fanciful but in this photo, it looks like there is smoke coming out of the chimney.

A lovely birdbath has appeared in the garden. It belonged to Tim`s mum who passed away last year. 

I used to do her gardening and I remember it in her lovely garden .... through the rose arch, dripping with "Compassion," following the brick path to a small circular area,  self-seeded with alyssum and the birdbath in the centre ..... always very pretty.

I think it is a nice memory and it will remind me of her.

I planted two more double rows of gladioli .... how can I resist them at £1.29 a pack, from Aldi.
I got six more huge dahlia tubers in. 
I think they are mostly yellow and orange. Ha ha.

Steve scattered some old bagged soil and found a nest inside. It is an old one luckily.

A row of garlic went in.

The asparagus is just showing.

I thought I noticed slug damage so they have had 

a sprinkling of pellets. 

I am trying to work out how to cover the gooseberries to protect them from birds. I don`t think this old bed frame will be 

satisfactory after all.

On a walk with my two young nephews this morning to admire the anemones, I found this fantastic mossy stick.

It`s honeysuckle that`s twisted round another tree.

I`ve also noticed the new cobbing layer is cracking up.

Time to get some more going.

A brave carnation.

Can`t wait for the first rhubarb crumble.

I have high hopes for the old rose I moved from home.

It is shooting well. I look forward to seeing its colour.

A pink forgetmenot.

The bent willow shooting red and pale green.

I am pleased to say that things are drying out, but just look at the path through the main gate.

I am still waiting to hear the first cuckoo.

Things are beginning to take shape.