|Bullfinch eating dandelion clocks|
There I was washing up and looking out of the window at the same time and this little bird caught my eye busily demolishing dandelion clocks. Not a very good photo but such a simple and innocent act it brightened up the day.
Dandelions appear the moment the lawns are mown, you can never keep a good dandelion down, I believe they are grown as proper flowers in America, but their bright yellow faces bring thundercloud faces to many male gardeners in this country.
Rod left some lawn unmown round my small patch of bluebells as well, they grace the verges round here also, when we are all dead and gone, wild flowers, their seeds lurking in the soil over many years, will raise their banner of stubbornness and flower, the raw nature of life.
Even Chernobyl, 33 years now since that terrible event, is thriving...
But today, 33 years after the accident, the Chernobyl exclusion zone, which covers an area now in Ukraine and Belarus, is inhabited by brown bears, bisons, wolves, lynxes, Przewalski horses, and more than 200 bird species, among other animals.
Today I am feeling rather sad, they are coming to collect my old desk, I have had it now for forty years or so, bought in Calne from an antique shop it glowed golden in the evening sun last night but giving it away to another life seems practical. It will go to a young man who will be working from home, his parents come to collect this morning. My loom went to a lady who has a craft summerhouse in the back garden.
It reminds me when in my twenties, newly married and carrying my daughter, I had to get rid of my horse, Sue. So naively advertised her in the local newspaper as 'free to good home'. Foolish action, as the replies poured in. So in the end she went to a children's home in the Midlands, to be petted and loved by them.