Lady's Smock

My annual reward for not mowing too soon.

Fictitious Dialogue?

Spake a friendly neighbour:
"Beautiful flowers, Mr. J.. Where did you order the seed?"
Nowhere. They are a present.
"Oh, lovely. From your daughter?"
No, from nature.

Spake the friendly neighbour;
"Oh. And why don't I have these beauties in my garden?"
'cause you have such an impeccable looking lawn.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"I just do prefer to have a cultivated garden."
Spake I:
Well, obviously the fairies just don't like people
daily trimming their lawn with nail scissors.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"Your weeds are contaminating my ground, anyway."Spake I:

Well, and its petals are flavouring my salads.
Have a nice evening, Mrs. X

Lady's smock

35 years ago we could walk along meadows
of cuckoo flowers alias lady's smock
alias Cardamine pratensis and
cowslip alias Primula veris ;
for the past thirty years we could not walk along ...

the more glad I was to detect about five square metres
with lady's smock these days.

Certainly evidence for that
Seanhenge is one of the places
where nature loves to ... survive.