I hope it isn't too late in the year to attract some bees.
My mother endlessly complains about it, but I think they have a wonderful garden for wildlife. There's usually birds to be found nesting, although sadly the blackbirds abandoned the nest in the pergola no doubt after cat harassment, and later in the year the ceonothus will bloom and invite hundreds of tree bumblebees to feast on its blue flowers.
Great tits nest in the outhouse while coal tits make their strange electronic shrieks from the willow tree, as goldcrests tweep amongst the birch twigs. Wildflowers, or despicable weeds to my mother, populate the flower beds.
It is a lovely space in which to pass a summer afternoon.
|Forget me not|
|What a job I made of this|
|Is this wood sorrell peeking out|
|Tiny white flowers...too small for camera to focus on|
|Some sort of fly|
|Some kind of harlequin ladybird|
|Dates the house nicely|
|Fater willow guards over us all|