Despite the disturbingly wet spring and early summer we’ve
had this year, I’m glad to say that I can still appreciate the enduring
pleasure of gentle rain on a warm summer’s evening. I stood out in it on the
lawn tonight, surrounded by the extra vibrant growth that the extra rain
has engendered. One of the wild plants that grows on the embankment under my
long garden hedge is meadowsweet, and that’s grown in abundance too, so the
evening air is heavy with its scent.
And I talked to the family of bats that hunts in the lane,
as I usually do. It occurred to me that if anybody happened to be lurking unseen on the other
side of the hedge that bounds the field opposite my house, I probably wouldn’t
be welcome at any more village fetes. Not, that is, unless I agreed to become a
side show to break up the monotony of raffles and suchlike. They could throw
things at me, couldn’t they? First one to hit his nose gets to take tea with
the vicar. They’d be queuing up.
5 comments:
Jeff, you're so wonderfully quirky. I love how you appreciate nature and commune with it. I wish we had some more rain too as I love watching it and get lost in it in a wonderful way. And I'm sure the bats are enjoying you although maybe they can't show it as much.
I love to see the plants after the rain, the colours always look so much stronger.
Talking to the bats, you'll be on the ducking stool my lad ;)
I've been trying to talk to a wasp the size of a small bird for the past 20 minutes. It flew down the chimney and is ignoring my advice to fly back out through the open window! I think it's sizing me up!!!!
But they do, Wendy, they do! They're always missing when I walk down there, so I call them and wait. After a few minutes they appear and come fluttering close. True! They haven't learned to say 'Good evening, Jeffrey' in quite so many words yet, but I expect they will. Either that or I'll have to learn their language.
I find wasps the easiest to deal with, Mel. They always bang themselves against a window pane trying to get out, so all you need is a glass and a piece of paper. Put the glass over the wasp, slide the piece of paper over the top, and voila. Then again, French wasps might be unpredictable, so maybe 'voila' wouldn't apply.
It was banging on a window, but the window was about 12 feet off the ground and I didn't fancy meeting waspy on a ladder. She eventually tried the kitchen window practically dive bombing me on the way.
I expect she was a bit distraught, poor thing.
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