It was July last year when I stopped by here last. Where on Earth has that time gone? We have been very busy around the old homestead during the absence , gradually beginning the process of claiming the garden for our own and getting to know its foibles and strengths.
So let’s pretend I have been blogging very regularly and you know exactly what is going on here and I will resume as if the 13 month break has not happened.
Moles. Lots of them. This has been the summer of the moles. It followed on from the winter when I opened one of the plastic compost bins, to be greeted by a Moley face. They moved up out of the valley during the winter -remember all that flooding?- and they stayed. Occasionally, recently, they have strayed across the lawn, much to the annoyance of he -who- mows, but mostly they plough through my newly created borders, eating the worms I so carefully fed with home produced compost, enjoying the easy passage through well dug soil.
We made new borders in the early spring to grow roses and perennials, stripping off the turf and piling the contents of the compost heap onto it. Much of the planting has done well, but from time to time something has wilted and started to look very sorry for itself. I watered diligently and had assumed some specimens were poor doers or disliked the soil. I soon discovered the mole mining. Plants are left high and dry and copious watering does nothing to help. Part of the daily walk now involves treading the edges of the beds to squash the soil back down. Cunning little blighters are now going back and forward across the beds rather than along the edges. War has been declared but so far we have done nothing but curse and tell them about the village mole catcher……I’m hoping they will listen and move on.