The winter before last we moved a bird table and a foxglove came up where the post had been. This year, well-fertilized by bird droppings no doubt, it has grown vigorously and has overtopped the washing line.Another plant smiling amid the junk is an unusual looking dandelion with very jagged leaves near the back door. I have a copy of the BSBI's book for identifying microspecies dandelions, but find the prospect of running it down to species level somewhat daunting, so I shall leave it to a quieter time of year.
As the garden surges into its wonderful May and June brilliance, the little unplesaunce in the south west corner of the house looks increasingly dejected. As Sellar & Yeatman wrote in what has been described as a frgrant book Garden Rubbish "Countrymen fear the Unpleasaunce. They know that if it is not ruthlessly kept down and cut back it will encroach: putting out tentacles like an Octopus." I remember when granddaughter Ellie used to ride the pink bicycle, her pride and joy, wildly around the summer garden. Now parked rusting against the wall probably to move only to the skip leaving happy memories behind. The metal crate has a much longer history and we have had several in the garden for many years. Unlike old bicycles they are much used for covering vulnerable plants or study plots and even, on one occasion as a stand for boiling a kettle out of doors during a prolonged electricity cut. The leaves in front of the bike are of hazel saplings.
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