Out of synch...

So there I am in just jeans and t-shirt, the Sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the air is buzzing with sound insects going about their daily business. When is this? June? July? No it's the beginning of November, now put me in a dress and call me Susan but doesn't that seem a little strange to you? I spent the best part of Saturday afternoon in the garden, supposedly pulling out the last of the Summer bedding plants and planting some miniature Narcissus, but the bedding is still flowering just as well as it was a couple of months ago so I decided it can stay a little longer. The bulbs still needed to be planted though, so it was case of putting them in anywhere there was a gap where they aren't likely to be disturbed by future planting.

I even found time to wash and polished the car... now climate change is inevitable, lol.

A welcome visitor

Compared to the rest of the week I've had a pretty easy day today. I manged to grab my camera and had a quick walk around the walled garden. In the walled garden we have a bed dedicated to several different types of Buddleia, at this time of year they are normally awash with butterflies and bees but today there was just a couple of Commas. I was about to head back when I caught a glimpse of something bright out of the corner of my eye. It was one of my favourite butterflies; the lovely sulphur-yellow Brimstone.

Although it is not especially unusual to see these in late August they are a much more common sight in early spring. They are one of the first butterflies to emerge from hibernation and can if the weather is mild enough can even be spotted as early as February. The males are often confused with the Large White as they are much paler and don't have the rich colouring of the females, being a more of creamy colour. They lay their eggs in spring, and are very choosy, only using a couple of species of Buckthorn. During the autumn the new adults will seek a place to hibernate, usually choosing nothing more protective than an evergreen shrub or tree. It is probably the hardiest, and certainly of the longest lived, of the butterflies indigenous to the UK, and can live for over a year.

Yay, it's the weekend...

It's the weekend at last, lol. I was planning on getting some jobs done around the house and then disappearing off somewhere with the camera, but the weather forecast isn't too good. Looks like I may end up in the garden. It's starting to look a bit overgrown, there's lots of deadheading to do and the back hedge needs cutting. You'd think as a professional gardener I'd have the smartest garden around but after spending all week in the gardens at work I'm rarely in the mood to start again on a weekend. I could do to spend some time on the computer too, my 'work in progress' folder is bursting at the seams with photos that are waiting to be edited and I'd like to post a few here and on my other website. I just don't know where all the time goes, I recently gave up playing a MMORPG ('Eve') I was hooked on because I thought I would have more time for other stuff, but nope, I seem to have less time than ever. Maybe it's something to do with getting older?

My excuse for not doing the garden is usually '...but I don't want to disturb the wildlife...', although a lot of it seems to have taken up residence in the garage. I know we have mice in there and last year we had a Robin nest in there. This year a Wren has taken over the old Robins nest and the young'uns have just fledged. I've also spotted a pair of Stoats running in and out through the gap at the bottom of the door where the wood is a bit rotten. I don't want to disturb those, if they are living in there and weren't just hunting. They are so much fun to watch as they chase each other around the garden.

And I need to chase into the kitchen, my better half will be home any minute and I still haven't thought of anything to cook for dinner...