“A straight and tangled row of heavy green,
A hedge, till then unguessed, where loftier trees
Stood up amid a world of clustering things,
Brambles and slender vines and, stiffly held,
The heads of little, sturdy, hopeful trees…”1
Looking through the parched eyes of a city dweller, the patterning of little green acres is indeed a wondrous sight. With an imaginary finger I like to trace the ribboned yardage of hedgerows that mark enclosures or point much further back in time, to parish boundaries and ancient landmarks.
We urbanites talk of living roofs and green walls as a novelty but a walk down any country road or lane reveals miles of parallel, permeable verticals in a wild admixture of tree, shrub and plant. How they all mange to reside side by side in such a tangled competition for space is one of nature’s marvels. Read More…»
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