This morning, we pick up the keys for our new house, and start a whole new chapter for our little family.
It’s a step we’re glad to be taking, and one that’s so exciting that I’ve been up since 6am all a jitter; but it’s difficult, nonetheless, to leave behind another chapter which has been so wonderful.
Just sitting this morning alone on the decking in our back garden, watching the sun creep up the sky behind the trees – glinting between them, light splaying out in bursts wherever it find gaps. Overhead, seagulls, crows and geese circle and pass; pheasants calling their usual panicked squawk in the woods; and in the garden here the sparrows and blue tits are coming to life, vying for the best spots in the bushes and fluttering from tree to tree.
It’s so peaceful here at the very break of day, and I have loved it for over six years, and will always remember it so fondly. I do hold out hope there’ll be the odd garden bird to visit us in the new house too, and no doubt a whole world there I’ll be so sorry to leave several years down the line.
For now though, this morning, before all the excitement begins, taking some time to enjoy our little house in its little garden, village and countryside, that I have loved so very much.
Over the summer we have really enjoyed watching the winged visitors to our garden, loving the bees gathering in our thoroughly overgrown flower bed (giving us the perfect excuse to bother with no gardening at all!), and especially enjoying the honey bees who moved into our little bee house to recharge at nights. The last few weekends as summer has drawn to a close we have seen less and less of them, and this week I finally put some gardening gloves on and uprooted some of the ragwort, dandelions and wildflowers that they’d spent so long working away on. I do really love bees, who in turn seem to really love ragwort, and it is nice to be able to leave them some in the garden since at the farm I seem to spend much of every summer hauling it from the ground in Charmer’s field – amazing that something so toxic to so many grazing animals forms such an important part of the ecosystem for pollinators.
As I worked, I had an almost constant companion in the form of a robin who made himself at home in every tree in the garden and on top of each shed by turn to watch me with interest – haven’t had a robin around in a while and was lovely to see him, a new face arriving in our little neck of the woods as the seasons change.
As always, very glad to have been able to take some time to enjoy our corner of the world and all that’s in it.
Have a lovely weekend all. X
We are so blessed to have some hedgehogs in our garden and the surrounding area and love to sit out at night to see them emerge in the summertime – saw this wonderful post this morning on how best to help them if you come across them in daytime or if they are in any difficulty – re-blogged from littlesilverhedgehog.wordpress.com
“Hedgehogs are nocturnal and should not be out in the day. A hedgehog out in the day is in urgent need of rescue. Hedgehogs never sunbathe. Don’t delay, the faster you act, the greater the chance of saving the hedgehog. […]”
The weekend is here again at last and we are so glad to see it here in our little house – driving home last night, working week done and pony already tucked up in his stable, stopped off for Friday night junk food for all the family back home!
After an easy night in, woke this morning to a breezy, warm grey March day, the rats lazing happily in their bed (and Rosie so tucked up couldn’t even grab a photo of her, burrowed deep in her little box happily ensconced in bedding).
Looking out as I waited for the kettle to boil, the sight of garden visitors greeted me: the male blackbird of our usual pair, digging and picking bits and pieces from the grass – maybe a sign that nesting season is once again just around the corner – and also a handsome pheasant settling himself in the garden and looking quite unperturbed as I joined them with my morning coffee.
Back inside, a few treats doled out to the waiting boys and second coffee of the day poured into a travel mug, made my way along to the farm where Charmer was waiting patiently after a night in filling up on hay and rolling around his treat ball, ready for breakfast, a walk and a day out in the field.