This felt rather special. Out for an evening meander around the garden in the muggy dusk warmth. Then a familiar churring. Very close. Surely not. Surely I’ve not got a Long-tailed tit roost. That would be brill.
Mr Mittens, Willow, a hedgehog, but mostly just gorgeous birdsong.
This blog gets its name from the Katsura tree. One of my favourite trees. Walking around the garden this evening the sunlight catches the delicate leaves fluttering in the breeze, but no burnt toffee.
I’m surprised I haven’t noticed this before. Out cycling yesterday on a quiet lane I heard crackling from the vergeside. Like a gently smouldering wood fire. Mystified at first, I soon realised the sounds were from the seed pods of Ulex Europaeas (Gorse) crackling in the midday heat.