Sage Rage

Saturday, 3rd June 2006

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Something has been nibbling the sage in the pot on the patio.

As in an Agatha Christie murder mystery there is no shortage of suspicious-looking characters with both the motive and the opportunity . . .

slug snail

Slime Crime?
Slug and snail: the usual suspects; they did, after all, clobber the cucumber in the greenhouse, but no, CSI reveals no trail of slime.

Or should that be SSI; Slime Scene Investigation.

An Enemy of the Anemone
Yesterday I watched the pheasant peck at an anemone until the petals dropped to the ground like oversized confetti.

Something to Hide
The squirrel has his booty stashed away all over the garden and was about to sample the plump bud of an ornamental poppy the other day, if I hadn't shooed him off.

sparrowI, said the sparrow . . . *

poppyAny or all of them might have been involved but this morning I saw a female house sparrow fly up from the plant with a torn piece of leaf in her beak.

Birds collect greenery and take it to the nest because (it is suggested) it acts as a kind of natural insecticide. I could imagine that the pungent leaves of sage would have a more powerful effect for this purpose than any other plant in the garden.

Sage advice

According to Culpeper sage 'is good for the liver and to breed blood . . . It also helps the memory, warming and quickening the senses.'

The ornamental poppy (left), the one that survived the attentions of the squirrel, flowered for the first time today.

sparrow* Who killed Cock Robin?
'I,' said the sparrow,
'with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.' Next Page

Richard Bell,

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