All but two of my lovely water soldiers have vanished. Maybe the algae problem blocked out too much light and so they perished? They're one of my favourite pond plants. They simply float around, sinking if light's poor and rising again on sunny days. Well, they can when a blanket of green gloop isn't blocking their way.
The gloop has been consigned to the compost bin, and 100% fresh water is in the pond now - but this also meant many of the damselfly larvae would have been killed. I managed to save some of them at least, and I hope they survive the change of water. I've added a bunch of barley straw, as this is supposed to be an organic way of combating algae. The main cause of algae in my pond is probably due to not having enough plants in it. Between 60% and 75% of a pond's surface is supposed to be covered by aquatic plants.
So far , I've recently added:
- hornwort, which looks like a bunch of dark green fluffy pipe cleaners, only floppy;
- four water lettuce, which look like miniature cabbages more than lettuce;
- a bunch of naja grass, which is a tangle of slender stems with tiny leaves;
- three bunches of elodae crispa, (which was promptly re-named 'A Load o' Crisps'), and these look like stems with tidy rows of tiny, curled-over leaves;
- potamogaten natans, which needs planting in aquatic soil but that's not arrived yet, so for now it's just floating about in the pond to keep it as happy as possible. Here's hoping Marie doesn't eat its roots in the meantime;
- water soldiers, six big new ones with a few babies attached, which look rather like spider plants;
- an Aurora water lily, whose flowers are supposed to change from orange to crimson as they mature, and has a variegated leaf.
Aquatic plants in their new home.
On the subject of water still, just this morning I finished reading Helen Dunmore's Stormswept, which is the first of a new cycle of her Ingo Chronicles. Aimed primarily at children, it's really for kids of all ages. (Ahem!) The reader is swiftly transported into an enchanting world of Cornish mer folk, swimming under the ocean to share their mysterious world. The elements of fantasy are grounded skillfully with the everyday life of a quite ordinary human family, whose characters are entirely convincing, and the pace is designed to keep those pages turning. As always, Dunmore's prose is poetic and polished - not as literary as her books for adults, but a pleasure all the same. Having come across her work a couple of years ago, I've come to really admire her writing style. The book cover is lovely, too. I was left wanting more Ingo stories!