Every now and then they catch your eye and this morning we were visited by about a dozen or so goldfinches, who took to stripping out the seeds from the fennel and lavender. The front garden itself looks more than a little in need of attention, but once you realise how many birds come and make use of the remains of summer it’s hard to rip it out. I guess we’ll have to prepare the beds for next spring before long, but sights like this help the inevitable apathy that settles in about the winter Solstice – that overwhelming urge to hibernate, over-eat and ignore the world. Heh.
druid (for a given value of druid), retired electrical engineer, parish councillor and chairman, fair weather biker, olde fart with opinions, prog folk rocker, owner of instruments, known to drink decent beer and better whisky. All comments in a personal capacity. May contain cnuts. View all posts by bish