Friday 24 June 2016

Accidental


The unplanned, the unmanaged and the serendipitous are the features of wilder land that we value most. Nothing against the glorious artifice of those highly managed gardens of country mansions, festively adorned with artistically selected imported species. But what nature does with native flowers and no recent human intervention has a purity and an innocence that can't be beaten. That innocence can't survive once man steps in to place a nestbox here and some bramble clearance there.

That's why the weeds colonising the patio merit respect.

Each year we stroll along the boundary below the wall along the A625 seeking out the flowers that thrive where road limestone has sweetened the soil and which we normally find in the White Peak.


Meadow Cranesbill is found nowhere on Blacka but this place.


The Twayblade Orchid also and the delicate Crosswort.


 Those Forget Me Nots against the wall look delightfully unplanned as they combine with native grasses (above).

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