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Dear Readers, Tuesday is a big day here in Bug Woman Towers – the tree surgeons that I’d booked for the spring, and who had to cancel because they were so far behind with their work, are now coming tomorrow, to do a fine pruning job on the whitebeam/hawthorn/mixed hedge. It has to be done, but I always find it really stressful – the trees will look as if they’ve been butchered, the squirrels will be thoroughly fed up, and the  birds will be confused. Plus there’s the perennial problem of finding two parking spaces outside the house for the van and the chipper – at the moment I have one, but I’ll be watching with great agitation to see if either of the cars on either side move. Thank heavens for the street Whatsapp group, that’s all I can say. Update – I now have two spaces, let’s hope some irate driver doesn’t move the bins.

There are several dreys in the Hawthorn, but they don’t look as if they’re used at present. And interestingly, most of the berries have been eaten already. At least we’re coming towards the end of the season.

So many leaves just waiting to drop!

I’ve also bitten the bullet, and am talking to someone to help me with the gardening – between the back, the leg and the heart it’s all been feeling a bit much, so I’ve found someone who seems sympathetic to the idea of a wildlife garden, and who will give me a hand. It’s hard sometimes to admit that you need help, but if the past few months have taught me anything, it’s that ‘independence’ is something of an illusion, and that we all need help sometimes. Let’s see how we get on!