Swallows

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The garden is blessed by the arrival of swallows and sand martins every spring.  One fine morning in early April a little voice calls out announcing the returning summer fairies. The sand martins usually come first, little flocks of brown and white twitterers returning to their nest sites in the banks of the river, and a few days later the swallows come. Sometimes the first thing we notice are little gatherings on the telegraph wires, all twittering together. This year I noted the first ones on April 12th.

We have never been a nest site because the barn is long and low, although our TV aerial provides a favourite singing post and rest station. But this year is different. One day in the middle of mowing the grass on a pleasant day in May, the Machine Gardener left the mower outside the shed where the wheeled tools are kept and went out to buy more petrol. It takes about half an hour to drive into the village, have a chat in the shop/petrol station and come back again. The mower was refueled and the cutting finished, but by this time the swallows had inspected the machine shed, door left open pending the return of the mower, and taken a fancy to the stepladder we keep hanging on the wall. Little blobs of mud were stuck to it. The anchorage for a nest.

” So we’d better not shut the door then, because it would be nice to have swallows nesting,” says I. So we don’t shut the door, and the mower now has to be pushed into the shed, not driven – we don’t Want to put them off, and pushed out, ditto. It’s heavy this mower, but it would be nice to have swallows…..and gradually the little blobs became a nest and in the fullness of time, 5 white eggs appear and eventually tiny chicks. By some strangeness, every time we try to peep in, the parent bird who was not there when we sneak into the shed appears out of the sky as if by magic to check what we might be up to. Every time, even if we wait for them to go out and then sneak in to try to steal a glimpse. We think there are at least two chicks and they become stronger and the twittering gets louder as parents arrive with food.

And then this morning, in the darkness, I spy a swallow’s  child sitting in the ladder and there are 2 more in the nest.

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Within half an hour of this picture being taken, the chicks had left the nest and the safety of the shed and were soaring with their parents above the trees, above the farm and the fields and the river and revelling in the strength of their little wings and their innate sense of acrobatic flight. They flew for perhaps a half hour, resting occasionally on the tall farm buildings or the ash trees, before returning to the safety of their own little nest. And we saw there were four of them. Four little summer spirits with eyes shining in the camera’s flash  and a parent came in just to check us out, as usual, as we took this picture.

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Roses and friends


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The week following the Open Garden saw us preparing for The Big Party, an event we thought of at about the same time we were asked to be part of the village open Gardens. It seemed like a good idea, as the garden would hopefully be looking its best from all the hours labour we put in to get it ready for its show date.. And so it proved to be, and what us more, during the week between the two events the weather warmed up and the roses tumbled into flower most gloriously. For most of them it’s their second summer and flowering  has been so much freer than last year, as is to be expected.

Along with the roses came the marquee, expertly and efficiently erected by Burgoynes, a local company specialising in such things. The garden slopes gently but noticeably and the flattest area is the new meadow, so that’s where it went. There was a plan for dancing and the slope would have resulted in a general accumulation of guests in a heap at the bottom of the slope! It looked good peeping above the hedge. We thought we quite fancied keeping it…think of the fun and use you could make of a huge tent….

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So we made great use of the marquee on party day and the day after. There were friends and family, music and dancing, eating and laughing and many, many glasses of bubbly stuff. The weather was kind, the sun shone and stars followed and the planning of weeks and months led to a fabulous evening and many lovely memories.

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And all too soon it was over. The flowers  from the jam jar posies, mostly grown from seed, gathered together, the dress hung up, and within a few days, the party was packed away, marquee and all and just a few bales of straw remain. And the very best memories.

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