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In The Clover

White Clover

White Clover

Where the ‘Man With the Mower’ has been round and cut the verges nice and short, we find those who prefer not to have to stand on tip-toe to be able to watch the passing traffic. Buttercups and Dandelions will stick their flowers out of the top of a dense bank of grass, nettles and Wild Carrots – if they have to, but they are not really happy with looking down from that height and are more content to stick a flower on the end of a short stalk at the side of the road where it has been tidily mown. Daisies too, revel in being able to stick their elbows out.

Clover is another plant that is pleased to have the chance to vote for greater openness in the biosphere. Like the Daisy, it also feels that the trade off, being mown or eaten – against being able to feel the wind in your hair, is well worth the sacrifice. As soon as our road-side reaper has loaded his mower on the back of his truck and driven off, one of the Dandelions, Buttercups, Daisies or Clover will pop their heads up, have a look around and sound the All Clear.

Clover is edible, by humans as well as livestock, but wimpy humans don’t digest it very well. Luckily, our ancestors figured out ages ago, that this sort of problem is easily resolved by cooking the stuff, a quick boil – and munch away. Meanwhile, back in the US of A, the Delaware and Algonkian people used an infusion of Clover to treat coughs and colds

I wonder what the¬†Delaware and Algonkian words for “Bless You!” are?

Persistant Precititious Precipitation

Meadow Buttercup in the rain

Meadow Buttercup in the rain

Rain, rain, rain. It started late last night and it is still going strong. The Dog and I set out this morning, neither of us over enthusiastic about the prospect of a walk in the rain. But you can’t let a little bit of rain stop you. Can you? We went down the road to look at the beck. It was far too busy to stop and chat. I think it had been ‘Crowd Sourcing‘ and it was full to the brim with enthusiastic supporters, all in a hurry to just get on with it. There were a few cows on the other side of the beck and we said “Good Moo-ning” but they didn’t think it was a good enough day to rate a reply. The blackbird, who lives along the lane was in a grumpy mood and just shouted at us, so we thought, least said soonest mended, and trotted on.

On the way back we stopped to chat to a buttercup. It was feeling pretty miserable too, so we did our best to cheer it up, it just muttered “I don’t want to know, unless the sun’s out.” It probably won’t be pleased to have its picture taken, standing there dripping, in the pouring rain but we did take a quick snap. We had thought of mentioning that buttercups in the garden bring wealth and our garden was just up the road.

Perhaps today isn’t the day for it. Next time the sun comes out and things are looking a little brighter, maybe.

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