The Singing Banner

The morning was spent reseeding the front lawn with a grass and clover mix. It’s heavily shaded by the house, which is north facing, and there are a lot of bare patches at present. It now looks much worse, I am telling myself that’s just how it has to be if it’s going to eventually look better.

A niece has bought me a new rose after J passed (“Peace”, very appropriate), which I’ve not had a chance to plant yet. So this afternoon a trip to Bents for a big container and some compost. I assumed at first that the birdsong in the cavernous glasshouse was “piped” to provide atmosphere. But no, there is the bird singing at the top of the banner sign, its voice greatly amplified by the space (the bird a mere dot in this image). I saw another bird nearby, so my guess is they will be nesting here somewhere, undeterred by all the people around them.