One of the many pleasures I have enjoyed so far during this lovely summer, has been eating my breakfast at the patio table. The normal traffic sounds in August are muted and even now as I sit here at 8.00a.m. there is a stillness.
A fat wood pigeon waddles in the grass under the apple tree, where some of the fruit is already scattered, early windfalls. One or two are fit to eat, being very sweet and full of summer sun, but the apple tree now being quite ancient at well over 40 years of age, I usually leave them to the birds. The blackbirds especially enjoy them.
A slight breeze stirs the leaves of the silver birches.
Honeysuckle scrambles..... I love the distinctive smell of the small box hedge in the warmth, bluetits churring, a wren flies past, darting off into nearby foliage, and the sense of stillness punctuated only by the occasional car along our road.
Even my washing is hanging limply on the line.
A pair of blackbirds have been coming to the bottom lawn to feed their one offspring, who is almost as big as the parents! They have a penchant for sultanas, and as soon as I have opened the blind on the kitchen door each morning, they have appeared....at times treating me to a burst
of beautiful song from the vantage point of the fence. I stopped dispensing sultanas after awhile . but they come and enjoy the birdbath, splashing happily and preening their feathers.
They forage in the shrubs, where there are a lot of small snails about. I watched the male crack open a shell the other morning, tapping it repeatedly on the patio flags, extracting the juicy snail from its home.
|The new wood pigeon nest being built by the summerhouse|
I love it out here. And yet, the stillness and quiet herald a shift in the seasons.By mid August the flowering plants are exhausting themselves, and we have had a period of days earlier on. where we had no rain for ages, days of endless sunshine and at times extremely warm. The flower beds were thirsty.
The roses are very hardy, and love the sun. They have been glorious this year.
|Father blackbird feeding his offspring|
Mornings to savour.