Thursday, 31 May 2012

The Pleasures of Neglect

I don't know whether it's because of local authority cuts or just that we go missed out but our grass verges haven't been cut for weeks.

The ditches are full of Keck, with that wonderful almondy smell but that's just as usual.

The grass is getting deep and, among it and the daisies (Bellis Perennis - everlastingly beautiful) or  Day's Eye because they close completely at dusk - Chaucer named it 'Eye of the Day'... anyway, among them are the much less well-known Common Storksbill, more usually found in sandy soil near the sea. These open at dawn and close at dusk. They are usually shorn by the mowing so we don't see them. Just one of the pleasures of neglect.

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