Garden and Bees

back outside

I noticed that a lot of weeds were pushing their way through the bottom of the garden fence from the scrubby land at the back of our garden. Rather than risk breaking and squashing the plants in my border I decided to see if it would be possible to get at the worst of the weeds from the other side of the fence. The grass isn’t quite as high as an elephant’s eye, but not too far off it!

back outside + K

Check out my hideous gardening togs, they keep me well covered up anyway. First I had to force my way out there as the back gate opens out the way and there was a lot of greenery to push it past. Almost as soon as I started clearing away some of the rough grass, just by grabbing handfuls of it and pulling, I realised that I had uncovered a strange wee nest structure. I thought it must have been something constructed by a field mouse at first but a flurry of bee activity made it obvious that the inhabitants were bees. And yes, I do have ground elder creeping into the garden too, what have I done to deserve that?

Bee nest

So that was just about the end of my weeding, I pushed my hand under the fence into the garden to reach some goosegrass which was scrambling under it but I didn’t want to disturb any more bees. I could see that they must have at least one more wee hoose further along, going by their activity.

I’m quite chuffed that they have chosen to set up home so close to the garden, but I suppose to them it’s like being on Tesco’s doorstep, or maybe even Waitrose!
Bee nest

Bee nest

bee's nest

I feel I’m doing my bit to keep the bees happy anyway. I was a bit worried that they would abandon their home because it was definitely more open to the elements than it had been. So I checked it out the next morning and overnight they had covered up the top opening as you can see from the photo above, and were going in and out via a lower opening. I need to get that book about bees which Joan reviewed recently, Dave Goulson’s A Sting in the Tale.

And this foxglove is one of the flowers which is attracting them, although I think that that is a different sort of bee.

foxgloves

Beveridge Park in Kirkcaldy and My Garden

Beveridge  Park

During the week we had a walk around Beveridge Park, it’s the one place that we miss in Kirkcaldy, we knew we would miss it as it’s a lovely park and when we lived nearby we were in there most days. Nothing much has changed about it since we moved, the swans even have four cygnets this year, just like last year, they seem to have got the hang of it now.

Beveridge Park

At home, I’ve been busy digging up more grass and getting rid of it onto a compost heap and planting yet more things, just about every time we go out I come back with some plants. The bright pink feathery sort of flower in the foreground below is an astilbe. It’s enjoying life in that border as it’s a very dampish patch, just what that one needs. As you can see the land is very stoney as well as being claggy clay in some areas but I think it’s also full of nutrients, by the look of the growth that most of the plants have put on anyway.

garden

The foxglove below is one which I bought at the St Andrews Botanic Garden, they usually have some good plants there and this one cost me all of £1. I managed to take a few foxgloves from my old garden, just the common variety but this one is a bit fancier, it has grown much taller since I took this photo.

garden

Below is a photo of a rose called Lakeland, I think that’s what it’s called anyway but it might be Lakeside, I’ll have to check its label. It’s a climber and I quite like the flower but it has no scent and the leaves have the dreaded blackspot, as you can see I’m sure.
pink rose

In the same photo you can just see a baby rowan tree and the leaves of an agapanthus as well as leaves of a hypericum which have all still to flower. Those plants were all in one of the few tubs which I managed to bring from my old garden, the rowan tree seeded itself from my big tree, so it’s like having a bit of an old friend in the garden.

So the garden is beginning to actually feel like a garden now but I still have some ambitious plans for it, no garden is ever really finished, we’re always tweaking them, trying to find perfection.

Today we were working on the inside of the summerhouse and it’s almost finished, we just have to buy some moulding/beading to cover over the raw edges of the tongue and groove, then paint it. I can’t wait to get some of my books moved in there, hopefully next week.