30 Days Wild - Day 2

Pushing up Daisies -Day Two

As I sat at traffic light this morning I noticed that the grass verges (which were nothing more than scrub land surrounding an industrial estate) were full of ox eye daisies.They looked really pretty and they're easy to grow.I bought a packet a few years ago and they pop up everywhere where now.In fact I recently planted some wild flower seeds round our village in  the RHS Grow wild scheme and noticed that they are native wild flowers to the
 UK

Today I'll be transplanting a few to an area I intend to turn into a wild flower meadow.
Here's a little information about them and if you fancy trying to grow a meadow yourself.How about

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/gardening/5623401/How-to-grow-an-ox-eye-daisy-meadow.html

30 Days Wild - Day 1

Walk in the Rain

I went for a walk in the rain today.I 'm a fair weather girl really but I thought "so what, I'm supposed to be going wild!"

So I put on my wellies and waterproof trousers, on went my anorak, then I picked up my trusty camera and went outside.

Rain was pouring out the down spout and the green watering can was floating backwards and forwards in the water gathered in the wheel barrow like a ship out at sea.

Water dripped off the shed in front of the shiny leaved rhodedendron and water droplets nestled in the achimilla mollis.

A great tit clung to a hanging coconut shell oblivious to the rain and a blackbird pulled worms fro the damp soil as I walked down the grass track.

Hens huddled under a corrugated iron roof to take shelter from the rain, although the ducks were in their element sploshing about in the puddles.

The track is full of frothy cow parsley at the moment- it's late this year and this rain will probably batter it but at the moment it looks like the floral decoration for a country wedding, in-dispersed with buttercups and vetch.

The hills across the estuary were hardly visible through the curtain of rain although the colours close to were full and rich.

The village lane was empty,everyone huddled in their cottages, all that is apart from a neighbour who had stopped his car and was passing the time of day with a local gardener, returning early from his duties! They smiled and looked at me sympathetically as I looked out from under my dripping hood through the mist of my glasses.Perhaps I should wear a sign saying "I've gone Wild!"