Some people get excited about a new car, or a surprise win on the lotto, not me, after years of reading about the 'meadow maker', my rattle seeds sown last year have germinated and are now coming into flower. I had only ever seen picture's of yellow rattle and was surprised to see how petite the plants are; I had always imagined them to be the size of white dead nettles. Petite or not, I'm genuinely excited to have them in my new meadow and will be scattering the seeds around to spread the joy across other parts of the meadow at the end of the season.
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)
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