For once, our grass has not been razed to a millimetre of its life the moment spring has sprung. Thee result has been a tufty, springy, green space with a number of wild flowers. I love it. And I am not the only one. MasterB is enjoying lurking in the long grass; his eyes follow the birds and the bees.
Sadly our urban meadow is due to be cut this week. There is talk of reseeding the area. An attempt, doomed to failure because we do not have the time or the resources to maintain it, to create a perfect lawn. To be candid, I love the daisies and the dandelions, the odd bluebell that has decided this is the perfect space to flower. There are other flowers/weeds too whose names I do not know. so much more interesting than a billiard table smooth lawn.