I hadn’t cut my grass for a month.
Some of you may be aware of No Mow May – the idea is that you don’t cut your grass for the whole of May, thus allowing flowers to blossom and to provide nectar for the bees and any other passing insects that might feel the need.
So, in the spirit of wanting to create a haven for insects in my garden, that’s exactly what I’ve done.
I’d like to say it was a huge success and the lawn flowered beautifully and was buzzing with bees for the whole 31 days. Sadly, it wasn’t like that at all.
A few dandelions popped up. There was some clover. There was a buttercup. There were no daisies (which surprised me). The grass was patchy – lush and green in some parts, straw-like in others, for no very obvious reason.
But that’s not to say there’s been no insect life in the garden. I have some cuckoo spit on my lavender (nothing to do with either cuckoos or spit, but there you go) – sometime soon a young froghopper will emerge. I also spotted what I think was a Small Copper Butterfly. Very exciting.
The lodger has been counting the days to the end of the month. I think he thinks I’m slightly mad. When he heard the mower he came down and offered to help – much appreciated, to be fair. He finished the mowing (and cleaned the mower) and I trimmed the edges. And I have to say the garden looks much better for it.
Ah well – you have to try. I’ll be doing it again next year – who knows there may be more flowers next time around. And I don’t mind not cutting the grass…
In the meantime, I’m still only pulling out the grassy weeds from the borders – I’m leaving the flowering ones to flower. As a result, my borders look much fuller than they used to. With the edges of the grass cut, the whole garden is looking nice again – no-one notices the weeds if the edges are trimmed.
In other news – did I say I never get any birds in the garden? Well, one came along – I think it had some help from the cat… A nestling blackbird probably. Goodness knows where she found it.
I Googled what to do – leave it alone for a couple of hours to give the parent birds chance to find it. Well, after about four hours there was no sign of any mummy or daddy bird, and it was getting visibly weaker, so I found a box and brought it in for the night. There are a lot of cats around here (including my own), so there was little chance of it surviving the night, but if I brought it in at least it wouldn’t get attacked. Sadly, and predictably, it died during the night.
It’s now buried in the garden, and soft sod that I am I’ve planted some forget-me-nots on the grave. Poor little thing.
It’s made me decide to put a bell on the cat – my ex didn’t like cats to have collars, so she’s never had one, but I think the local bird population will appreciate it.
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