|This single grass plant|
is on a pedestal made
from an old chimney pot.
There was a time when people who came into my garden would stop and go 'Wow!'. From ground to sky it was a wall of leaves and flowers - a place secure and apart. Some found it a little overpowering, too dense. Others felt they were coming into a secret world, a present of surprise.
|I grow Lemon Balm in my garden on purpose but this plant is the result of a seed which, somehow, got into the tray.|
It too now has a pot of its own. At different stages of its growth, balm, like mint, can look like a nettle.
|I'm embarrassed. I know this plant only by the name 'weed'.|
I hope someone will be able to put me right
and tell me its proper name.
Hillwards suggests 'Fat Hen' - Chenopodium album.
Next stage - transplant these plants into pots of their own and see what happens next. The answer may be obvious. They will grow or they will die. But how often do we watch 'weeds' grow with this kind of attention?
Last week, we were having lunch in the garden, when my husband looked around and said 'Anyone coming here now might wonder, at first, what this is. Is it still a garden? Yet if they looked closer, they would find there's masses growing here, lot of different kinds of plants. Lots of interest. Lots to see'.
|I tried posting this picture larger but,|
in contrast with the elegant shapes
and beautiful greens of the other plants,
this self-seeded pansy looked brash.
It's not so much gardening as watching growing. There should be a song about it. Maybe the nearest is 'I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel the power of the rain, making the garden grow.'