Tonight we experience a pink moon.
Usually I blog this on my other site, hermionelaakeloveslavender@wordpress.com – I thought I’d blog on here for a change, since so many of you seem to enjoy my writing.
Pink Moon gets its name from Wild Ground Phlox, a North American spring flower.
Below are some other pink flowers, which I planted two summers past, after finding them reduced in my local garden centre.
For now, since we have no Pink Moon flowers, I offer you a short podcast of birds singing and me watering the flowers, blessed by a delicate evensong for your patient hearts.
The garden centre have a resident robin, or should I say, visiting robin?
They feed the robin meal worms, and it has become quite tame, flying over the heads of customers confidentiality. This confidence is unusual for robins.
However, several birds do become accustomed to you in the garden. This year we had a pair of blackbirds visit the gardens; brothers. The female blackbird is brown, the male, black. At first they took flight everytime they saw me. One of them still returns and will now hop around me cautiously, when I’m sitting out getting a dose of vitamin D.
We planted a tiny meadow 3 years ago and I’ve noticed the blackbird likes that particular spot better than the rest of the garden, even though it isn’t more than 3 foot by 2.5 foot wide, so less than a metre wide both ways.
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