The wild meadow in May

Now is the time when I think our wild garden looks its best. It is full of the delicate filigree of Queen Anne's Lace (much prettier and more delicate than the cow parsley which comes later); Marguerites are beginning to flower and buttercups sprinkle gold among them. The grasses are just tall enough to hide the dying narcissus leaves and tightly mown paths wind through the flowery meadow.
The Mulberry tree is not yet in leaf and its branches, covered in lichen, make gnarled and interesting shapes against the foam of flowers below. No mowing will take place before at least the end of July to ensure that flower seeds have fallen and then we will rake off the cuttings - hard work but it all seems worth it today.


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