Meadow Sweet: how nature heals itself

A friend of mine invited me to go and look at her hedges, latent woodland and wildflower pastures. 14 years ago she and her husband bought a large Essex field with pylons marching across the horizon, just beyond their far boundary.  All around are fields blitzed by chemicals and drilled to agricultural precision with waving…

Welcome to Hound’s-tongue

May shading into June is the best time for long country walks in the East of the country.  The wildflowers are dazzling and bewildering in their massed numbers.  They are waving in the breeze  across water meadows, down remote lanes and garlanding heathland leading to an inlet of the sea.  This past weekend the Borage…

Strolling past this plant, it finally got the better of me

and I came home and looked it up in a book.  It’s name is Chicorium intybus otherwise known as chicory.  It is truly blue and to my untutored eye looked like a dandelion dipped in a paintpot.  Blanched stems are meant to be a delicacy  – produced by excluding light in the same way that rhubarb…