These days as we find ourselves getting towards the end of the beautiful month of May, I am delighted with the many birds, bumblebees and other insects that I am finding in our half wild garden. Every morning I listen to the dawn chorus of blackbirds, robins, and other little birds who are nesting in our overgrown hedge. It is a wonder to see the wealth of these creatures enjoying our smallish garden and we in turn enjoying their company and song. The butterflies and bees have still to come, maybe the temperature is not warm enough. Yesterday, a day of heavy rain freshened up all the plants and today the bumblebees are out in full force, the sun is out and it is warmer, a glorious day! We are expecting friends for lunch and it seems like a day we might be able to sit outside.
I have found a beautiful fern growing around the old pump and the red stone wall, both of which are in this garden from the time we first created it decades ago, my then husband Ron was a great garden creator, though I owe the present raised beds to my partner Ian who has put in a lot of work creating these also. But the creation of the present lush wild flowers and plants has come about totally as a gift from nature, and happy I am about that. It seems all I have to do this spring is walk around in this luxurious growth and admire the colours and shapes that nature throws out there, what a palette, what a beauty.
And so spring is slowly turning into summer, at least its got that feel about it. Weather- wise it seems to be warming little by little, in fact we were able to sit outside sharing a lovely meal and glass of wine with friends, chatting into the late evening surrounded by the sounds and scents of our garden, wind still. I would not wish to be anywhere else at moments like this and feel very grateful to be able to enjoy this wealth. The moisture and warmth after a day of rain in West Cork is something you have to taste before you can believe it.
Our friends brought us some young asparagus seedlings which they planted out with me, in two years time I should be able to harvest some of them and make a lovely soup, Ian’s favourite. This bed was full of ranunculi and it took me a whole morning to get all the roots out, much as I love buttercups, they had to make space for the asparagus. There is great satisfaction in creating something in the garden apart from enjoying all the wild plants.