A wonderful day at The Farm. Absence definitely has made my heart grow fonder. And it was pretty fond already. I planted out Allium atropurpureum, Brodiaea laxa ‘Queen Fabiola’ and Anemone blanda. I primped and preened and mulched and collected seed and my horticultural zeal was invigorated.
Then, as I was dragging my tired feet towards the greenhouse to tidy tools and do a last check of the cossetted ones, a flitting in the blackthorn trees caught my attention. Something made me stand, silently, and wait for the story to unfold. As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I started to pick them out, first one, then another, then a dozen long tailed tits. These tiny birds, looking like ping pong balls wearing their big brother’s tail, weightlessly hopped from branch to bough, impossible for me to capture. It was an all too fleeting visit, soon they were on their way to where ever these bijou beauties reside. This spectacle made my day. Which to be honest had been pretty good already.