Field Flowers

Every year, a different color dominates the blossoms in the meadow--er, perhaps I shouldn't dignify it with that name. Let's just call it the field. Anyway, this year, it is white. I have a riot of tiny asters and Queen Anne's Lace, whose delicate saucers thrill me. They are light-headed, bobbing and swaying with every puff of air; those umbrels will never pose for a picture. My backyard used to be mowed regularly as a lawn; fifteen years ago I let it go to seed, and I've never regretted it. Neither have the birds and butterflies.


david terry said...

Dear Ms. Browning,

Well, what a lovely and, as usual, evocative posting.

And, no....umbrels never are interested in staying put while someone takes a picture. Hugh Palmer (a photographer you might recognize from your HG days) has, actually, used this to great advantage in a number of the books he's worked on.

More interestingly....your posting made me recall one of my favorite movie-sequences.....from the opening credits (I think...or at least somewhere quite near the beginning of the movie) of "Howard's End".

the audience sees nothing but a rolling track-shot of that long, brocade train of an Edwardian dress, dripping with dew and pulling against all the wildflowers.....as
Vannessa Redgrave walks through the unmowed field surrounding Howard's End....a house which. shortly thereafter, she wills to a young woman whom she scarcely knows, simply because she knows that the young woman will appreciate what her own children and husband don't/won't appreciate ...which is simply it for what it IS.

thanks for the lovely photograph and posting. As ever, your work is evocative (a rare quality and a far cry from Martha Stewart's hammering folks' asses about what they OUGHT to be doing and thinking about).

Let me emphasize that I "like" Martha Stewart, I guess....

Level best as Ever,

David Terry

Anonymous said...

After reading the comment by David Terry all I can say is DITTO!!!
What you are doing is wonderful for the enviornment...and your soul.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You have given me an idea. I have been in my small home surrounded by woods 10 months. Have cleared around the house to see "what is there". Now that I know I am letting it go more natural.

Anonymous said...

Love this.

Sharen said...

Lovely! Your photo and your thoughts - look forward to all your posts.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Our back garden is watched over by many large, old trees. For years we used to try and cultivate grass where we could, until we had an arborist out to evaluate our trees and he told us that a wooded environment is really much better for them. So we stopped concerning ourselves with the grass, and just planted tons of annabelle and oakleaf hydrangeas that glow in the moonlight. Everyone is happy.

Väve! Veve! said...

I love your yard!!!! Whether by choice or necessity, my front yard has gone from controlled lawn that was usually brown by August, to an uncontrolled wonderful chaos of wild and domestic flowers and grasses. The weeds are choked out by purple coneflower, black-eyed susans, asters, several short and tall grasses, yellow coneflower, russian sage, day lilies, yarrow, and many assorted wild flower species native to Minnesota. No chemical fertilizers, no herbicides, no watering, and no gas guzzling, noisy mower! And the best part?
. . . my neighbors have taken to filling their pristine turf lawns with more and more garden areas filled with wild flowers! Much prettier than grass!

Meg Mitchell said...

What a lovely idea. The back part of my property is sitting dormant because I like it's wildness but I think I will add a little color and textures with field flowers.

pve design said...

I am in total agreement with loving those Queen Anne's Lace and when I see them roadside, I always wonder hoe to bring them home with me.
I now will look for a parcel to have a tiny plot for a field of dreams.

dterrydraw said...

Hey "pve design"....

to anser your question?....

When it comes to Queen Anne's lace, you simply can't "bring them home with me".

They're called "wild carrots" (not they're related to carrots, aside from their being plants) because they have similar root systems....basically, a long, slendering taproot.

If you move Queen Anne's lace and disrupt the taproot (which enables it to live and even flourish in appallingly barren soil), it'll die, after lingering on for a while.

you'll perhaps have some success if you simply gather the seeds, throw them out in a weedy (by some standards) patch, and just go away for a very long while to do your business while they possibly do theirs.

and, yes, I know....this posting will be followed by a hundred others in which the writers declare that they've been successfully transplanting Queen Anne's Lace for DECADES... and even training the plants to play Chopin nocturnes and intercept unsolicited telephone calls.

I won't believe it, though.

Basically, Queen Anne's lace does what suits/pleases it.

Being, myself, a middle-aged queen, I fully (if predictably enough) endorse that sort of attitude.

Advisedly yours as ever,

David Terry