Every winter we lose some plants – mainly because the frosts and winds are so severe in this part of the world. So I am sad to report that the honeysuckle trellis from over the back gate fell foul of a gale force storm not so long ago. HBTW hacked back the winter-resting branches and I am hoping that they will rejuvenate miraculously. We haven’t yet sourced a replacement arch – that will be tomorrow’s job. The birds are kind of used to the bare look, but I’m not sure.
Change is far more disturbing in the Elder Years I find. I shall miss the sight, sound and smell of the densely packed branches. Yes – I did mean sound . . . . . . . . . it was a favourite place for the birds to sit, half-hidden prior to launching themselves onto the feeders.