It’s all been happening out in the garden this summer, with or without my help. The good thing about having mostly perennials and flowers that self-seed is that they more or less take care of themselves. They don’t need a lot of watering, although goodness knows we’ve had plenty of rain to keep them happy, and, if carefully chosen, don’t require much in the way of fertilizer. It’s sheer ecstasy to walk out in the garden first thing in the morning and see all those beautiful flowers.
The sunflowers, cosmos and cleome came up in such profusion in the back garden this year that I was in danger of losing our smallest grandchildren out there when they came to visit. And not to worry if I didn’t have time to plant a fresh batch of snapdragons. They came up all on their own.
Even the wildlife is plentiful this summer. I spotted a possum creeping about among the bushes and the rabbit population is growing in leaps and bounds (not sure if I’m too happy about that.)
Just outside my window, as I’ve been sitting working on the computer, the birds have been showing off and all I have to do is whip the camera out and capture a few shots of the humming bird hovering in the breeze and a goldfinch getting to the bottom of things.
Unfortunately, all this ecstasy doesn’t come without a little bit of agony. A few weeks ago I was outside working on a project when I was chased around the garden by an angry hornet and stung, quite painfully on the top of my head. At first I thought it was just a lone troublemaker but last week I discovered a nest in one of the shrubs right down by the sidewalk. It won’t be long before the neighborhood kids are walking past on their way to school and I certainly wasn’t about to anger the hornets any further by working in the adjacent flower beds so I had no option but to call in the experts.
Enter Mike from ABC Wildlife Control who assured me that he would take care of the situation. I asked him what the procedure was and he said, “I spray the nest and then run.” Apparently they had determined that these particular hornets were the extremely aggressive variety, so I could sympathize with him. “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din,” was my view. I stood at a safe distance and watched as he did his stuff. Afterwards, he warned us to stay out of the garden for the rest of the day as the hornets were likely to be really !*!*!* off. He didn’t have to tell me twice! I was lucky that I’d only been stung once. That was agony enough! I wasn’t about to risk any more.
Things seem to have calmed down out there now, so hopefully I can get back to work, pulling weeds and dead-heading the flowers without fear of hornet reprisals. Good work, ABC Wildlife!