Today I found a beautiful double helianthemum, struggling to hold its plumpious blooms above a mat of persistent ivy. I cleared around it and mentally marked it down for some cuttings on my next visit.
Then I continued digging nettles and brambles and pulling out my arch nemesis, cleavers. To ensure I still had some unmarked skin at the end of the day, I was covered from head to toe and I sweltered as I cleared. For a harsh job it was strangely enjoyable.
A robin and female blackbird took turns in harvesting as I grubbed. Every so often I would throw them a worm, feeling a little guilty for its sacrifice. This wasn’t really necessary. Their pin point eyesight spotted feasts that I had no hope of locating. They zipped in and out taking their spoils to well-hidden nests to feed their hungry young.