There is a certain road that I love to drive down on my way home, especially when the sun is setting. Usually, at the beginning of evening, I pass a tall brick home that is surrounded by shrubs and trees. I've spent a lot of time thinking about perennial ground covers this spring, {oh, so profound} and so when I noticed beautiful purple and white blossoms hovering under the trees in perfect spring colours I was in love. After enjoying them for several weeks I finally stopped to ask if I could take some pictures.
You can see in this picture how there is no distinct grass line, the grass and the flowers just fade into each other. It's perfect wildness {which is how I knew that fairies were involved}.
Here's a close up. Do you know what plant this is?
I need to figure it out.
One patch had even come up in the middle of the front lawn.
It added such an ethereal touch that I was delighted.
The Flowers
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames--
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all
Robert Louis Stevenson
