Queen of my Wildness (2)
My back garden in Forfar has been called many things - a wilderness, a jungle, a mass of weeds, a wild place - a "perfect disgrace". Forfar isn't short of natural habitats and the favoured style of garden planting is carpet bedding, so this is not a 'proper' garden. Seeds from other gardens take root. Among the reprobates - the thistles, the hollies, the rowans and the scraggy grasses - are more respectable plants - buddleia, lupins, even montbretia from a bulb that's come from somewhere. I'm sorry for my neighbours, Edith and Sheila and Roger. Their gardens must be infected by my toxic zone, This isn't an isolated country cottage where people, in a spirit of eco-diversity, can virtuously let their gardens run to seed. Something needs to be done, for sure. But I'll miss that pregnant hedgehog, the mass of butterflies, bees, wasps, hornets, flies that surround me as I tread carefully through the nettles to harvest the rhubarb for Jesma.
Queen of my Wildness (2)
My back garden in Forfar has been called many things - a wilderness, a jungle, a mass of weeds, a wild place - a "perfect disgrace". Forfar isn't short of natural habitats and the favoured style of garden planting is carpet bedding, so this is not a 'proper' garden. Seeds from other gardens take root. Among the reprobates - the thistles, the hollies, the rowans and the scraggy grasses - are more respectable plants - buddleia, lupins, even montbretia from a bulb that's come from somewhere. I'm sorry for my neighbours, Edith and Sheila and Roger. Their gardens must be infected by my toxic zone, This isn't an isolated country cottage where people, in a spirit of eco-diversity, can virtuously let their gardens run to seed. Something needs to be done, for sure. But I'll miss that pregnant hedgehog, the mass of butterflies, bees, wasps, hornets, flies that surround me as I tread carefully through the nettles to harvest the rhubarb for Jesma.