A Chinese proverb says all gardeners know better than other gardeners.
All I know is that gardens are sources of wonderment in all seasons, sites and scales.
And it’s the wonders of the garden that’ve taken on a new perspective this last year. So I chose the garden as the topic for the second photozine. And I sent it off to the printer today so that it could be distributed in time for the end of the month.
Meanwhile, our acacia-hung birdfeeders have been busy these last few days. A pair of grey squirrels have been doing very athletic manoeuvres to get at the peanuts, hanging upside down by their prehensile tails. Magpies take another tack. They sometimes try to pull the feeder from the tree using their weight, augmented by wing beaten, downward pressure. The garden birds feed and flee to watch and wait and return.
We get a couple of human visitors a day to the door but postal and parcel delivery men. Yes, they are all men. Any garden sounds of children are not our grandchildren. Ours zoom from great distances to be heard and seen, and like the charms of goldfinches, they often to talk with one voice. Or more like Janet Cardiff perhaps.