After the visit of Clive, followed by Fe Morris to advise on potential forest commission wood planting funds, I saw beyond the thistle and ragwort to an array of herb that had been dormant in the soil until allowed this year to express. Words used to describe them can be uncomfortable and rattling, like ‘pernicious’, creeping, aggressive, cause major problems to agriculture, noxious but this day, I am engrossed in the miracle of what grow without intervention, what lay dormant, what naturally thrives.
Along with thistle which is by far the dominant herb, I have a sea of Field Pansies in the middle of the field, these days clocked in a net of Convolvulous
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