However quickly I sweep up the moss from the patio at the back of my bungalow it still appears again as if by magic. No magic involved. I find it is the blackbirds pecking and scratching at the clumps of moss which have formed on the roof's North side over the Winter. They fall off and then the birds scratch them apart - presumably looking for anything that moves that is eatable. Tess wanders in through the patio doors and paddles bits of moss into the house and then I have to start again. Ah well, it keeps me busy.
Another really beautiful day here today and we went for a stroll round after tea tonight, stopping here and there to chat to folk gardening or just enjoying the remains of the day. Now we are back and shortly my favourite gardening programme will be on the television. Monty Don, accompanied by his two Labrador Retrievers ,
will be giving all sorts of tips for the week ahead.
These days there is so little I can do in the garden but I often list a few jobs when I have watched his programme. I do know that we urgently need rain but let's hope it keeps off until after the Easter holiday; it is so good today to see everyone wandering around our little market in their shirt-sleeves. Enjoy your holiday.