|Although garden seats are not for me, whenever anyone passes as they walk to the village shop they give me a smile, a friendly wave or a jovial comment|
We had lived in the village for several years when a piece in the village magazine appealed for help with various communal activities. The request to which I might contribute was the one asking for help growing ‘wild flowers’ and I duly volunteered.
That’s when we first met Peggy who we privately call ‘Mrs Seaton Ross’. At that time any good works in the village and indeed any village activity at all was inspired, worked and organized by that lovely old lady. I wondered what the project might involve and fantasized as to whether I might grow UK wild flowers from any public source or restrict myself to just those of East Yorkshire provenance.
It was then that I learnt about the village plot. About an acre it had been the site of two cottages which I can only think of as ‘alms houses’ for the poor. How such a plot came to be owned by the village, I don’t really know. Only the hard foundations of the cottages remain. Several very old apple trees survive. The plot when viewed in July 2007 had become the most luxuriant stand of ground elder you can imagine.
It transpired that what Peggy really wanted was someone to clear the plot and plant some flowers! There had been half hearted attempts before but without glyphosate they had always failed. Someone had tried spraying but had merely succeeded in providing a haven for the ground elder!
It was with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment that I realized that what Peggy wanted was nothing about growing wild flowers but more a matter of getting rid of unwanted ones. Many wild flowers are specific to special ecological niches and my original vision was probably unachievable. En passant I might add that with my methods a great number of wild flowers do establish in my gardens.
That was eight years ago. Peggy was still fit enough to cut the Hawthorn hedge, two cuts a year, for the first four years. A lovely hermaphrodite holly berried each year but had blown horizontal and new trunks were making a large thicket. Peter brought his chain saw and there is now a nice tall single stem tree. Peggy sowed grass under the fruit trees much to my consternation. She had the silly idea that it would provide a route for village children to see the chickens in the garden beyond! I never saw a child and the young man who kept the chickens left home. I love the grass now because it has provided a lovely ecological opportunity and it buffers the windfall fruits.
I won’t mention the unfortunate incident when for a season the grass was mown by sheep! The fruit has now recovered but it was a very close run thing. Now the grass is just cut once a year. Thank you two volunteers who have cut the grass and the kind gentleman who cut the hawthorn last year. I missed your help this time.
I maintain the plot in about three hours a month. It is easier to manage than my cemetery gardens because I can pop in when I go down to the village to visit the farm shop. ‘Little and often maintenance’ is much better than a huge infrequent crusade.
Last month I walked round with my camera. Warts and all here are the pictures.
My hugelkultur heap gets mistaken for a rubbish dump. I can live with that but fret that people imagine the plants are discarded too. In another year it will look lovely...or perhaps the year after...
|The old cottage foundation is a good place for the seat. The rowan tree is self sown|
Sometimes people give me plants that I cannot use at home
|Honeysuckle seed was brought in by the birds and the climber now straddles the trunk of the old pear tree|
|The popular image of impatiens is as an alien invader. To me it is the delightful bee bum plant|
|Piptanthus is a most undervalued yellow flowered shrub. Anyone can help themselves to these seeds and grow it at home|
|The notice board shows a map of the village|
In this post I described eliminating the groundelder. It is completely gone now!
In this post I mentioned my effort at hugelkultur