As I travel around the country, in towns and in the countryside, I am becoming aware of the 'replanting' of wild flowers that is going on. I first noticed them in Brighton, in the most unlikely places, like in the middle of Lewes Road, in Moulscombe, which is a pretty bleak place at times and then at the Olympic Park when up watching the Olympics. Now its a common site and hard to disapprove - we have wild gardens at the University (among other wild things). This is a Brighton hedgerow, on the Ditchling Road and the picture doesn't really do it justice but a year ago it was just a scrubby hedgerow with very little in the way of aesthetic joy presenting it to the world. And I am planning to plant such a patch at the bottom of my own garden - just as soon as I can identify all the flowers. Although knowing the gardening world, I can probably buy a ready made packet at the garden centre - part of me wants to do the research, the other, the extremely busy one wants to chuck them in and be done with it. Maybe I can plant them and then try to identify them as they appear, while I strum my guitar, listening to the bees - oh yes, my kind of gardening. Happy Saturday, Dan came back with Fresher's Flu - or Fresher's Fever (according to Abbi in the USA), he went to bed at 9.30 so it must be bad. SO I will stir up the chicken soup. I did ask, 'Why are you coming home this weekend, your mum is off to Nottingham to take part in the Nottingham half-marathon?" He replied, 'I came to see you, because you will be on your own all weekend...' och, said this auld Scotsman - and I like Ron Sexsmith:
