AKA - (Six acres and not a clue!)
My personal diary of the comings and goings of wildlife during the development of my little piece of England.
'...There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.' (R. Brooke)
Well it's still only the first year and the cornfield annuals are putting on a show. Will be a few years yet until I can think of it as a wild flower meadow, but very pleased with this early result as a start.
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