Herb Robert has crept in and colonised some pots near the bin without my permission.
Yet I find him to be a welcome addition.
Trust this invader the experts say: he will bring bees and butterflies. Just cut him back if he gets in the way.
Rub his leaves on the skin to avoid midges but never cut his flowers and put them inside overnight or death will surely follow.
Who would think such as this could herald such sorrow?
Sources speculate about the origin of his name.
Views differ.
Some believe he was named for a medieval monk, who used plants and flowers to relieve sickness and pain with their curative powers.
Or is he named for the puck known as Robin Goodfellow, the Shakespearian sprite, who circled the earth for King of the Fae on the titular midsummer night?
Whatever...
He can live anywhere: woods. commons, hedgerows, cracks in the pavement.
He doesn't much care.
All he needs is some soil, the rain and the God given air.
Joan Bailey
2 comments:
You convey an oasis of peace in your writing. Thank you.
Thank you.
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