Wrens are among my favourite birds - they're feisty and you'd never believe such a loud variety of sound could come from such a small bird. And I love their apt latin name 'Troglodytes troglodytes' hiding as they do among the ivy ! Mum made this hand quilted wren piece which I treasure - being called Jennie, they had significance for her ( I suppose it should be magpies for Mags but I don't feel the same affinity....)
With the lovely weather, on Sunday we had all meals outside (including breakfast ), enjoying the greens of our garden and the borrowed vista of trees in the small park beyond. A couple of years ago I was amused by a group of 4 fledglings literally bouncing up and down on a tree branch in next doors garden using it like a trampoline, so I was delighted yesterday to catch glimpses of some fledglings at the bottom of our garden and their harassed parents trying to keep them in order. The combined sound I can only describe as a racket it was so loud!
pink cistus I brought as a cutting from my previous garden is doing very well, as is the fuchsia which was already in the garden when we moved in. Most of our gardening involves hacking things down - I had a good go at the Kerria thicket which has allowed the Macleaya to grow unimpeded and I finally got round to planting the 'Black Lace' elder I bought at Hampton Court Flower Show in the space I cleared.
RHS and picking them off and stamping on them before they cause too much damage.