‘Oh how wonderful is May, spring rights the winter wrongs’

Quote adapted from Jennifer Gunner

May is my favourite month of the year, I love the vibrant greens in the hedgerows where the blue tits build their nests, the blazing yellow of dandelions and the apple, cherry, plum and pear blossom bursting into flower right in front of my eyes. My crab apple tree over estimates every year just how much fruit it can physically bear. This year it will be laden yet again, it’s branches bending and hanging to the ground groaning under it’s own weight, waiting for the black birds and squirrels to come and feast.

The other wonder of May is NO MOW MAY. Admittedly my lawn does look a mess right now but in the space of a couple of weeks it will take on it’s own beauty. I will mow a winding pathway down to the hen house and another to the hammock and the rest I will leave to the bees and the ladybirds.

Dragging and lugging perhaps the heaviest lawn mower I have ever owned out of the garage, pushing it along the gravel path as it digs in under it’s own weight is no mean feat. The best time to attempt lawn mowing at my house is in the middle of a hormonal rage. I need to muster up the strength of a gorilla, the determination of a rhino and the endurance of a horse if I want to mow the front, back and side garden in one hit.

So for me NO MOW MAY has my vote and I’m considering starting up a DON’T DO JUNE campaign, do I have any takers?