Bless you for this. My yard was a riot of blue purple violets and early spring ranunculus with its waxy butter petals until the partner decided they were weeds.
When I was a child my auntie took us for a walk in a primrose wood. I still remember its magic. And I still remember the delicious nectar we tasted from the flowers we picked from the thick carpets.
That sounds so special! My grandparents had a field of daisies and I remember it fondly. As a kid, it seemed endless, but it was only about 2×5 meters. Pure magic!
Bless you for this. My yard was a riot of blue purple violets and early spring ranunculus with its waxy butter petals until the partner decided they were weeds.
This makes me so sad to hear. I hope you can carve out a little space to let them grow back ♥️
When I was a child my auntie took us for a walk in a primrose wood. I still remember its magic. And I still remember the delicious nectar we tasted from the flowers we picked from the thick carpets.
That sounds so special! My grandparents had a field of daisies and I remember it fondly. As a kid, it seemed endless, but it was only about 2×5 meters. Pure magic!
Pick away!
This love letter to weeds reminds me of a short simple piece wrote long before I joined substack... about The Biodiverse Lawn... something a small girl would appreciate... https://netwalkri.com/walking-journal/f/the-biodiverse-lawn