Meadow Land
We don’t really have a garden as such. It’s more of a meadow. This is extremely good news for me because, in the grand scheme of things, I was going to plant a wild life garden.
When we bought the place, the previous owners said, “Don’t cut the grass until you have seen all the violets and primroses”. But it didn’t stop there. These were replaced by the purple selfheal and pale blue forget-me-nots. Now we have a blanket of blue speedwell with white oxeye daisies and wild strawberries. Of course, there are buttercups, dandelions and daises. Then there is yellow hop trefoil and magenta clover and… other things for which I do not yet know the names. Cutting some of the more grassy areas the air is suddenly filled with the scent of wild garlic or thyme or organo.
As a result of all this natural beauty, the place is alive with bees and butterflies of all shapes and sizes. And two of the nest boxes have residents. A pair of great tits and a pair of blue tits are very busy cleaning up any bugs, maggots, and greenfly that may be affecting the plants. We also have regular visits from crows, magpies and jackdaws which helps keep the slug and snail population under control, ably helped by robins.
It’s all a joy to behold. Most of all, there is peace here. Watching nature do its own thing, being what it is without any help from me. We are on the edge of the wild and it’s beautiful.