Not golf or cricket. We were away for a week and ahead of that the weather looked to be a settled in to a really hot spell; summer in that way we had almost forgotten could happen. So we opted not to cut the grass which has been growing apace since the cold spring finished. It seems we were wise to do so: for one it helps the grass survive the long dry and sunny spells with out browning out. It also, in turn, save the habitat for the bugs and things that occupy that ground level micro-habitat.
And on our return we were surprised and delighted to see that whilst the grass had not grown much, the clover (which makes up a good part of our "lawn" if you can call it that, we're not talking Wimbledon here) had really sprouted, white and red, and was now providing a grand feast for a buzzing busy mass of bees: bumblebees, solitary bees, honey bees. It almost made walking over the grass impossible as we didn't want to step on a bee accidentally.
As we seek to ensure our garden is more and more bee and butterfly friendly (see earlier blog), this was surely one lovely moment.
And on our return we were surprised and delighted to see that whilst the grass had not grown much, the clover (which makes up a good part of our "lawn" if you can call it that, we're not talking Wimbledon here) had really sprouted, white and red, and was now providing a grand feast for a buzzing busy mass of bees: bumblebees, solitary bees, honey bees. It almost made walking over the grass impossible as we didn't want to step on a bee accidentally.
As we seek to ensure our garden is more and more bee and butterfly friendly (see earlier blog), this was surely one lovely moment.
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