I walked down the drive towards the road into the village yesterday. I had the Doggie Girls with me so both hands were pretty full - two leads being yanked off in different directions! I stopped to see whether the tiny patch of violets were in bloom yet. Sure enough, they were. Just a few flowers, but it was wonderful to see them.
A few feet away, there is a big field. I walk around it with the DGs. I haven't done so for a while because when I drove past it a couple of weeks ago, it was being sprayed. We have had heavy rain since then, so I felt it was probably OK to take the dogs in there.
The field is now dead. And by that I mean completely dead. Not just whatever the farmer was trying to kill off, but every tiny wild plant - heartsease, common mouse-ear, germander speedwell, camomile - that would have been re-awakening from winter, like the violet, to flower and provide food for the bees. As I walked back to the gate, out of the field, a great big bumble bee came buzzing past. (I have seen three so far this week, the first of the year). It didn't stay long because it was a fruitless search. I apologised out loud to the bee. I felt the human race had let it down, again.
A few feet away, there is a big field. I walk around it with the DGs. I haven't done so for a while because when I drove past it a couple of weeks ago, it was being sprayed. We have had heavy rain since then, so I felt it was probably OK to take the dogs in there.
The field is now dead. And by that I mean completely dead. Not just whatever the farmer was trying to kill off, but every tiny wild plant - heartsease, common mouse-ear, germander speedwell, camomile - that would have been re-awakening from winter, like the violet, to flower and provide food for the bees. As I walked back to the gate, out of the field, a great big bumble bee came buzzing past. (I have seen three so far this week, the first of the year). It didn't stay long because it was a fruitless search. I apologised out loud to the bee. I felt the human race had let it down, again.
I've got an extra verse for the Peter, Paul and Mary song 'Where have all the flowers gone", which my grandchildren will be singing in a few years time.
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Farmers killed them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Farmers killed them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
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