THE RURAL FLORISTS: EASTER

This month’s blog comes from our very own Claire S:

Easter is already here and I’m cautiously watching the daffodils literally springing to life. The crocuses are out and buds are starting to appear on the hydrangeas – it’s all very exciting. That blast of snow earlier in the year has killed off some of my seedlings that were just starting to make an appearance. I thought they were safe but obviously not. Thankfully, I have more and can sow extras.

What a difference a year makes – the snowy run up to Easter 2018 and the sunshine of 2017

I’m hoping for an epic crop of sunflowers, sweet peas, cerinthe, clary and borage, as long as Barbara – our resident chicken – doesn’t find them first! I’ve discovered that Barbara doesn’t like mint but ADORES chives; she won’t touch the feverfew but will rampage through my ferns as if she’s a chicken possessed.

I suppose the most logical thing to do is to put her in a pen, but I just love watching her mooch through the garden, scratching at the soil, making little holes to snuggle into if there’s any warm sunshine. My husband’s away for the week over Easter and I’m wondering if he’ll notice if I get some new friends to keep Barbara company? Margot, our other chicken, was savaged by a Labrador last summer. A very sad day indeed.

I fear for Barbara’s sanity, she’s alone mainly, with only the odd pigeon to keep her company. I introduced two bantams last summer and she hated them. She took pleasure in chasing them around the pen telling them off… I think I have realised she’s quite grumpy. She’d much rather spend her time following me around the kitchen (don’t tell my husband!), clucking at my feet for me to feed her grapes. We listen to the radio together, dancing around the house, enjoying ‘Pop master’ on the Ken Bruce show.

I’d like another five or six really, then possibly a pygmy goat and a rescue donkey….

Oh God, I’ve just realised something…maybe it’s not the Chickens sanity I should be worried about!