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The 'Poppy', a simple symbol of Remembrance.

Tonight, amongst the roses, I marvelled at the beauty of these self-seeded red emblems punctuating the summer planting.  Flowers of loss, love and peace standing side by side are a perfect example of nature's healing grace. Still grieving the recent loss of my Mum, the lady who inspired my love of the natural world, I had wondered whether I would ever be moved to write again.  But tonight, out of the blue, the muse danced before my eyes and once more the words have started to flow...

With my love and thanks Mum, this garden was inspired you... a touch of heaven on earth.

S.O.S

A handsome, young pheasant has taken up residence in the garden, jewel coloured plumage tops golden-chestnut tail feathers.  Resplendent in the morning sun he saunters past the bee-hives proprietarily, en route to the pond for a spot of refreshment.  He's a cool dude, unruffled by our presence and reminds me of VGP's very first tame pheasant, Elvis, who lived here with his 'mate' Pricilla when we celebrated the millennium.  They were a cheeky couple, confident, entertaining and rather partial to sunbathing on the terrace with our GSD, Roxy!

This morning, at about 4am, our slumber was disturbed by the pheasant's distinctive alarm call.  Too early to be part of the song-birds dawn chorus, he had obviously been woken by a visitor to the garden. I wondered who could be lurking in the shadows at such an early hour?  Three subsequent alarm calls alerted the whole garden to the presence of an interloper; the threat of imminent danger.  'Son of Elvis', as we like to call him, retires each night at the top of steps under the safety of a pittosporum bush; warm, cosy and tucked away from the view.  Perhaps he spotted Mr Fox slipping in through the deer-fence to visit the pond for an early morning tipple. Or maybe it's a sign that a barn owl has taken up residence in the new owl-box, now that really would be headline news...

Prolonged winter weather is having a devastating effect on the local wildlife, barn owls are being forced to hunt in daylight because their food staple, warm mammals, has been depleted by the sodden land.  I have seen several weak, emaciated birds, weighing as little as 250 grammes,  on my walks through the woods.  Desperate measures are called for in their fight for survival.  Juicy earth worms, Badger's favourite delicacy, are in short supply as continued late frosts make the ground impenetrable, even with their powerful claws!  Perhaps 'Son of Elvis' is making a plea on behalf of all his woodland friends, an SOS, imploring us to open our eyes and listen to their plight.  This is a call to arms asking us to help the natural world ... before it is too late...

Easter Parade

"Bee suit - gloves - smoker - camera - bee-diary!"  All present and correct... let the Easter Parade begin.
 A frisson of tension mingled with expectation and curiosity fills the air - Have our 2012 Buckfast Queens survived the extraordinarily harsh autumn and winter conditions?  Diana's colony were strong and numerous compared to young Epona, the fertilised Queen, who arrived at VGP last via Royal Mail in a jiffy bag last September. The first step is to sit quietly by the hives, to observe and talk to the bees, this meditational process calms us all and allows the bees time to adjust to our vibration.  Under the midday sun workers return home laden with pollen foraged from hazel, hellebore and mahonia. This suggests that the nursery is full of hungry brood, the pollen will provide protein, fats minerals and vitamins.

Eggs galore!  Epona's bees are calm and purposeful, the hive bustles with activity;  industrious workers are polishing cells in preparation for their prolific young Queen to lay her eggs, larvae are being capped and newly-laid, iridescent eggs sparkle in the sunshine.  On sighting the beautiful Queen we are surprised, the colony have polished and nurtured her fastidiously, removing her  identification marker.  We are delighted but know that we will have to husband this hive with care, when the weather improves they will quickly run out of space and there is a danger that they may decide to swarm.

In contrast, Diana's hive is sparse.  Standing in the shadow of Epona's hive to the south, it has struggled to gain warmth while the sun is low in the sky.  Further stress has been caused as the syrup that I fed last autumn must have held too much water, this has caused mould on the frames.  Our only glimmer of hope is in the behaviour of this small colony - they are calm and orderly - not the behaviour of a Queenless hive.  At the end of the inspection we finally spot Diana looking fit and healthy, huddled in a cluster at the front of the middle supa, although she is not laying prolifically there is brood.  With luck we are just in time, we decide to feed the bees their own  honey for the next few weeks in the hope that their liquid gold will heal and strengthen them.  The contrasting tales of these two hives, standing side by side, perfectly illustrates the fine balance between life and death in the natural world.

        

The Highwayman

 

Or is she a Lady of the Highway?  Perched high in the ash tree, camouflaged from view, the buzzard sits silent and still.  The only clue to her presence is a deserted seed-loaded feeder... where are all our hungry feathered friends?  Certainly, an unusual sight in these cruel arctic conditions...

 

 

Sticky globules of frog spawn litter the grass below the pond like the remnants of alien warfare, the leftovers of our Highway-Lady's breakfast: 'freshwater caviar on ice'.  Hidden in the hide I have the perfect view of this agile stealth bomber as she lays in wait, preparing to swoop down and abduct lunch.   Eerie woodland silence indicates that the starving garden birds sense her presence and prefer to remain hidden in the fledgling hedgerow.  Desperation is in the air, Winter refuses to release its grip on the countryside where the birds, both hunters and gatherers, are being forced to take risks just to survive.  This Highway-lady is no bored 17th century aristocrat desperate for thrills to escape domestic tedium, she is a powerful predator fighting for survival in a harsh environment.   Nature reflects the human condition, every day acts of heroism and desperation abound...

The Secret Life of Bees

What a difference a day makes! How can we be back in the depths of winter just one week before Easter?
  Earlier in the week I sighted our industrious honey bees feeding on hellebore and snowdrop, hopefully, a sign that our Queens, 'Diana' and 'Epona', now have brood in their hives as they prepare for spring.  Today's sub-zero temperatures and biting winds have deterred our little stripy friends from flying and foraging, instead they are huddled in the hive keeping warm and feeding on their stores of last season's honey - seems like a good idea to me!
Inspired, I too tucked into their delicious 2012  liquid gold, lightly scented and flavoured with the imprint of last season's flowers.  Honey provides a snapshot of the season in which it was harvested, just like a old fashioned photo-negative, its blend and flavour are unique to the growing conditions in the garden at a specific moment in time. 
For a traditional remedy to soothe a sore throat: blend honey with lemon  and a teaspoon of organic cider vinegar to make a delicious hot-toddy; the perfect antidote to these chilly arctic conditions...

The Director's Chair

 

Staging a new planting is exciting, if a little exacting!  Each plant will have a role to play as the story unfolds over the season, the art is in identifying the the stars at audition. For me,choosing new roses is like filling a bag of pick'n mix at the cinema; a kaleidoscope of tantalising colour,sumptuous scent, delicate form; complete sensory overload. With modern horticulture there are so many to choose from, depending on the desired effect, am I looking for 'Shabby Chic' or 'Understated Elegance'? It's hard to say before I settle into the Director's Chair and wait for the magic of the muse. 
One of my favourites is Darcey Bussell, a rich crimson rose which blooms freely all summer, scattering the soil with purple-petal confetti throughout the season.  Elegant and stylish, just like her namesake,  'Darcey' will provide depth and poise in the planting, her co-star is another  David Austin, the English rose 'Grace'.  Flamboyant in apricot she will add a touch of Hollywood glamour to the scene, a perfect contrast to Darceys delicate but controlled form. Grace blends well with reds and purples, forming a branching shrub with repeat flowers that scent the air throughout the summer.  Her arching tendrils will silhouette sensuously against the deep crimson back-drop, setting the scene perfectly for the perennials!

Bonnie and Clyde

For the last few days we have woken to find a young buzzard perched on Wassala's head in the middle of the pond.  Not being a natural fisherman, he has teamed up with the local heron to catch a breakfast of fresh water-wildlife, their particular favourite is frogspawn. The high water table is proving catastrophic for indigenous small mammals whose burrows have flooded, drowning complete communities.  This loss is very evident along the hedgerows where birds of prey, starved of their regular diet, are being driven to extreme measures to survive, such as the unlikely partnership between our buzzard and the heron.  This morning, in honour of their hilarious antics, we nicknamed them Bonnie and Clyde.  Clyde, the buzzard, is a first class look-out man; with senses honed for fight or flight, he anticipates my every move thus evading the camera every time. Poor Wassala is losing her poise with Clyde using her head as a perch, so this morning we crossed to her island and gave her a quick lesson in Alexander Technique! For the moment her peace and serenity have been restored as she looks out across her kingdom ...