Monday, April 20, 2009
bluebell, ground elder, matresses
Bluebell with raindrop. The photograph is worth clicking.
Ground elder can be difficult to eradicate. But I am beginning to come to terms with it, and even enjoy the chore. At this time of the year when the ground is soft, after loosening the surrounding earth with a fork, it is possible to lift out, in their entirety, the insidious, white roots, knowing that if cut up with a spade, they multiply and spread. The leaves, when young are quite attractive, and, according to Richard Mabey's book Food for Free can be cooked and eaten as spinach, which, he maintains, the Romans used to do.
Sabrina, who owns Hall's Bookshop tells me that, while pick nicking with friends at Eridge Rocks, a sandstone outcrop near Tunbridge Wells, where climbers come to practice their sport, she noticed that some of the climbers were taking precautions against broken bones, by placing mattresses at the foot of the rock face. Not far to fall, as the rocks are not much more than 20 ft high, but such precautions strike me as a little too comfortable for comfort.