Botany on the brain

A little snapshot of my garden

While we’ve been stuck at home, we’ve been enjoying the opportunity to finally get on with some bits and pieces in the garden. One of those bits and pieces is digging out a flowerbed around the little hornbeam tree. I rescued it from the Sale section at the local garden centre when it was little more than a sad stick in a pot and, apart from not enjoying the recent heatwave, it’s now almost knee high which is very pleasing. Paul started clearing away the grass in that area on a day when I was at work, and I came home to find that he’d left a large ribwort plantain (Plantago lanceolata) and some bedstraw because “they looked happy”. Bless him. But it definitely shows that plants are only weeds if you decide they are. If you’re happy and they’re happy, then there’s no problem!

However, it turns out that, when you’ve been hanging about with botanists for a couple of years, just knowing that “it’s a bedstraw of some kind” isn’t good enough.

Recently one of my neighbours has been clearing out her late partner’s books, and I took the opportunity to offer a new home to some botany and more general biology textbooks. Which is how, on Saturday afternoon, I found myself grovelling about on the lawn with copies of Stace and Rose, trying to figure out exactly which bedstraw I was looking at. Thankfully Stace comes with an expansive glossary, because frankly I had absolutely no idea what I was reading without a little help!

Help came, as it so often does, from Twitter, where professionals including Dr Jonathan Mitchley (Reading’s Associate Professor in Field Botany) identified it as being Hedge Bedstraw – specifically, Galium mollugo.

Turns out it’s edible (I tried a little bit – it just tastes… green), of interest medicinally for epilepsy and ‘hysteria’ (research ongoing) and, like other plants in the bedstraw family, it smells lovely as it dries. The vanilla-like scent is produced by coumarin – which is also what gives the plant its medicinal effects. As if that wasn’t enough, the roots can be used to make a red dye not unlike that of madder (Rubia tinctorum), and it can also be used in cheese making. (Two of its older common names are Curdwort and Cheese-renning.)

Because I now have my own facsimile copy of Gerard’s Herball (1633 edition – and yes, I’m still extremely excited about that!), it was easy to look up what Gerard (and Johnson) had to say about it.

Ladies Bedstraw with white floures, from Gerard’s Herball 1633
A digital copy, from which this image is cropped, is available from archive.org.

It’s listed as Gallium album, and named simply ‘Ladies Bedstraw with white floures’. The name Mollugo is also given, as is the comparison with Madder. According to Gerard:

The people in Cheshire, especially about Namptwich, where the best cheese is made, do use it in their Rennet, esteeming greatly of that cheese above other made without it.

A tiny bit of bias may be sneaking in here, as Gerard himself was from Nantwich!

Interestingly, Gerard also declares that,

We find nothing extant in the antient writers, of the vertues and faculties of the white kinds but are as herbes never had in use either for physicke or Surgerie.

Both quotations from Gerard (1633), pages 1126-8

Several uses are given for the yellow-flowered Lady’s Bedstraw (Galium verum), including an ointment for burns, and the staunching of blood. That seems unlikely, given that coumarin is an anticoagulant, but Gerard takes this piece of information directly from Dioscorides, which would certainly have given it authority.

Page 967 of the 1597 edition of Gerard’s Herball, depicting bedstraw and madder.
A digital copy, from which this image is reproduced, is available from archive.org.

(And while we’re questioning Gerard’s accuracy, on page 1128 of the 1633 edition, Thomas Johnson points out that Gerard had originally included an incorrect image in the 1597 edition, illustrating Gallium album minus of Tabern (TaVern?) instead of (sic) Gallium rubrum.)

I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with this information now that I have it… my daily medication is contraindicated with coumarins, so I won’t be making myself cups of bedstraw tea or eating bedstraw salad any time soon. Perhaps I could avail myself of some goat’s milk, and try to make cheese? This bedstraw rennet recipe, from Monica Wilde, looks easy enough for me to follow!

Garden update – June 2015

Garden, June 2015

I read an article online which said that yesterday (24th June) was St John’s Wort Day. This struck me as slightly odd, because I know we’ve got loads of St John’s Wort in our garden, but I wasn’t aware of it having flowered yet, so I thought I’d take the camera for a walk and see what I could find.

This is not St John’s Wort, it’s Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis). It’s in what used to be the vegetable patch, which we’re going to gradually transform into an orchard. We just need to figure out how many fruit and nut trees we’ve got the space to plant!

Garden, June 2015

Pretty forget-me-nots (Myosotis – no idea which species these are), with the scarlet pimpernel hiding underneath them. Also in the vegetable patch/orchard.

Garden, June 2015

Ah. Well now. This explains why the rhubarb’s been in such a sorry state this year! A measly two stalks, and most of the leaves have been stripped right back to the veins. This was taken a couple of weekends ago, and we counted TWENTY shield bugs on what was left of the leaves, merrily making more shield bugs to eat the rest. Thanks, guys!

Garden, June 2015

This is a Common Blue damselfly, who I found buzzing around inside the greenhouse. We see a lot of different types of damselfly, and thanks to next door’s lovely pond, we sometimes see dragonflies too.

Garden, June 2015

Hello! This is a different type of shield bug, hanging around on the dead nettles. We did some weeding underneath what’s going to be a native fruit-and-nut hedge, as the plants we didn’t want in that space were starting to crowd out the immature hedge plants. It needed doing, but we upset a lot of insects in the process. I felt very sad to see a huge spider running away carrying her eggs. But, we’re gradually getting rid of all the horrible shrubs that were in the garden when we moved in, and hopefully by adding lots of native plants we’ll be creating a better habitat for the future.

Garden, June 2015

We’re keeping a close eye on the apple and pear trees this year. They’re only a few years old, and they haven’t done that well at fruiting yet. I don’t think we’ve managed to harvest a single pear (they seem to fall off the tree long before they’re ripe), and last year’s apples seemed to be full of moths. This is a ladybird larva, so I’m kind of hoping it’s eating whatever’s been ruining the apples!

Garden, June 2015

And here’s the chap that prompted the walk down the garden in the first place – St John’s Wort (Hypericum perforatum). We have a few clusters of plants, although not as many as last year by the looks of it. Most of them are just about coming into bud, but this was the only one that was actually in flower, so harvesting them right now seems a little premature!

Garden, June 2015

And here’s how it gets its name – the little spots all over the leaves. This is one way that you can tell St John’s Wort from other types of hypericum – it’s called perforatum for a reason.

Garden, June 2015

Apparently the shield bugs like the golden raspberries too. (Guys! We want to eat those!) This plant was a gift from friends, and now that we’ve finally got it out of the pot and into the ground it’s doing amazingly well! Last year I think we had six raspberries, which we just stood and ate in the garden. This year we might get enough to make a pie! (Or we might just stand and eat them in the garden again. Who knows.) We do need to harvest them soon though, the one that the shield bugs are sitting on is lovely and ripe.

Garden, June 2015

It’s not all fabulous out there – the shots I’ve taken don’t show you the overall wildness of the garden. Which I do love, but at the same time we do need to try and control things a little bit. We certainly haven’t managed to control the bindweed, which is winding its way through all the shrubs in the garden, and we have to keep disentangling it from our baby hedge plants. Here it’s coming up through another hypericum – an enormous shrub version. And we’re also contending with a neighbour’s cat, which has recently started making its presence felt in the middle of the lawn. Not in the flower beds, not in the convenient freshly-dug soil. Right out on the damn lawn. Marvellous.

Garden, June 2015

But to end on a much more pleasant note – the sempervivium has gone mad! It’s crammed into a smallish pot, where it’s lived for years and years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it with so many flowers! Amazing what benign neglect can do for your plants. Just as well really, as that does seem to be our primary method of gardening!

Garden, 6am

Garden, 6am

I’ve been awake since about 4:30 in the morning, something that’s increasingly common now that I’m not taking sleeping tablets to control the fibromyalgia. I wake up (this morning thanks to the entire dawn chorus taking place in the forsythia outside the bedroom window), and I don’t go back to sleep again. Today, after having a bit of a grumble about Nature on facebook, I decided to go outside and have a bit of a look at it.

Garden, 6am

This wild corner is in the top right of the picture above. The garden’s about 30 metres (120 feet) long, and this is standing right at the back (underneath the blackthorn tree), looking towards the house. It might look like an overgrown mess, but this is my favourite part of the garden at the moment. We’re letting it run completely wild, with just a little attempted management of the overgrown lawn grass. I need to look up when you’re actually supposed to mow a meadow, because that’s what I want this to become.

Garden, 6am

Who’s been sleeping in my bed?! We haven’t seen any evidence of foxes in the garden at all, but this squashed patch of long grass is there every morning, which suggests somebody’s been sleeping here. Could be a fox, could be a cat, could be a party of hedgehogs. Who knows? Whoever it is, I’m pleased we’ve got company.

Garden, 6am

The tiny apple tree (not even five feet tall and only a couple of years old) is absolutely bursting with braeburns. Last year we harvested them too soon, worried about losing them in the storms. This year it’s going to be even harder to wait, having watched them grow all year!

Garden, 6am

The tiny pear tree (ditto) is also looking great. The pears had all gone before we moved in, so we don’t know what they’re going to be like, or quite when they’ll be ripe. And who knew that pears grow upside down?!

Garden, 6am

The enormous hypericum is just starting to come into flower, along with some of the other long-neglected shrubs. I can’t wait to see it in full bloom, it’s going to be fantastic.

Garden, 6am

Is this a type of geranium? I’m not sure. I haven’t got around to identifying anything that’s growing in the wild patch. Whatever it is, it’s all over the place at the moment, along with lots of campions and the last of the garlic mustard. The bees are loving it, even at this time of the morning, and so am I.

Insomnia and Inspiration

Robin

It’s that time of year again. Too much food, not enough exercise, late nights, late mornings, never shifting from the sofa. I’ve officially done too much relaxing now, eaten too much chocolate, and I need to get moving again. Yesterday I started sewing, and now that the Christmas knitting is finished I’ve picked up a couple of long-abandoned projects that I’m enjoying working on again.

Last night I couldn’t sleep, and was nestled into the sofa again at half past three in the morning. I managed to find a spot of David Attenborough on the telly, and when he’d finished I found a programme with Maya Angelou. I also watched a five minute preview of “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo”, and that’s five minutes of my life I’m never getting back. Sometimes I despair of humanity, I really do, and I don’t know what kind of mess we’ll be in when people like David Attenborough and Maya Angelou are gone.  I was very glad to have the opportunity to watch them, and even though I’m very tired, I’m also inspired by their excellence and experience.

Frosty Garden

When the sun came up, I opened the blinds and curtains and was met with this. I’m sure I’ll show you many pictures of this view, and this picture doesn’t do any kind of justice to the beautiful light that fills this space. Now the ice is melting as the sun comes up, and every leaf in the garden is twinkling as the heavy frost melts and falls. The houses at the back are nearing completion, and I’m thinking about what kinds of trees we can plant to disguise the vast expanse of that big brown roof. We were lucky enough to suffer very little damage in the storms, just the loosening of a few already-wobbly fence panels, but we know we have a lot of work do do out there.

Crafty Corner

Inside the house, I had a little flash of inspiration right when I should have been going to bed. This led to the late night shifting of furniture, and the creation of a little crafty corner. It’s not the most elegant arrangement, but it fits in the space and fulfils its function, which makes it ideal! The table and chair are from the 1950s, and used to belong to my Great Uncle Frank. They’re the closest thing I have to a family heirloom in furniture terms, and I’m really happy that they’ve found a little space in the new house. (Plus they match the curtains, which is a bonus!) The bookshelf on top used to belong in Paul’s teenage bedroom, and we have several of them scattered around the house. I might paint it, if Paul doesn’t mind. It’s the perfect size to hold my knitting books and magazines, and the big box at the bottom is my “emergency craft box” that I have to confess I haven’t touched since the move.

As always, when the New Year approaches, I’m full of good intentions and thoughts of diaries and journals and plans. Every year I buy a new planner or start a creative project that always falls flat after a few weeks. This year I’ve downloaded Susannah Conway’s Unravelling 2014 workbook (free) and Leonie Dawson’s Life and Business Workbooks (not free). I’ve also joined a Facebook Group called The Documented Life Project, which is about keeping a planner and art journal combined – something I’ve tried before, but never quite succeeded at. I’m hoping that now I have a little place where I can sit down, with arty and crafty materials at hand, I’ll have no excuse not to follow the weekly prompts and see what happens. We’ll see…

First Frost

First Frost

Just a quick morning note to say how much I love my new garden.

I know it will need years of work to get it looking how I can see it inside my head. But it’s going to be worth it.

The light is so beautiful, no matter what time of day it is. Right now I can see steam riding from next door’s compost bins, there are small birds flitting between all the different shrubs, and yesterday I saw a cormorant fly overhead – a change from all the red kites!

I have visions of chickens and bees, although I’m not convinced that either Paul or my neighbours will be best pleased with those plans. The lawn will gradually give way to a proper path and a rockery/alpine patch, and the borders around the shrubs will expand so that I’ll have room for dye plants.

The only thing spoiling the perfect peace and quiet is the team of builders, who are currently building five huge houses just one metre away from my shed. I can hear them all day, and see them through the gaps between the fir trees. I’m hoping that the resulting houses won’t be too much taller than the trees, as one of my favourite things is being able to look out of the window and see nothing but garden and sky.

If I could live in the middle of nowhere, I’d be happy as anything. But as that’s not possible, my beautiful garden is definitely the next best thing.

Garden in the frost

MERL Garden

I seem to be going through a phase of taking only terrible photos of my sewing (possibly because it’s so damned dark out here in the Shed), so I braved the frost yesterday and took a few pictures in the garden at work.

Frosty flowerhead

I’m still using my camera completely on automatic, until I can afford an update to Lightroom. Then I’ll set it to manual, start shooting RAW files, and edit away to my little heart’s content!

MERL Garden

I’m really lucky in that the Museum of English Rural Life‘s garden is beautiful at any time of year. It’s open whenever the museum’s open, and it would be lovely if more people wanted to come and take pictures of it!

Frosty rosehips

These are the same rosehips I photographed back in October – see, I didn’t pick all of them for dyeing with! Which reminds me, the ones I did pick are still sitting in the freezer, waiting for me to find the time to do something with them.

Fennel

I think this is fennel, silhouetted dramatically against the sky. Well, that was the idea, anyway. I think Skycarrots’ silhouettes are much more dramatic than mine! Hers are hemlock, and they look very ethereal.

Frosty rosebud

Unbelievably, there are still lots of buds on some of the rose bushes. I love the delicate pink tips of this one, and its tiny string of frosted bunting.

Frosty spiderweb

And last but not least, that clichéd frosty morning photo of a spiderweb! Two days of heavy hoar frost has broken most of the webs into tatters, but this particular bush was absolutely covered in them.

One of my intentions for next year is to really try and make the most of this new camera, so hopefully there’ll be a lot more photo posts coming up in 2013!

An old lady and a wet rabbit.

Old Lady moth (Mormo Maura)

Today, the rabbit escaped. He lives indoors, but I must have left his gate ajar, because he managed to make a dash for it into the garden. Paul came home from work to help me capture him, and while he was moving some pieces of wood around (Paul, not the rabbit), I spotted this great big moth.

It turned out to be an Old Lady (Mormo maura), and I took this photo of it while we were waiting for the rabbit to decide whether he was going to stay underneath my Shed all afternoon.

Eventually Paul managed to capture Mister Stinkyface (real name Johnny Depp, long story, not our fault!), and we took advantage of his captivity to unceremoniously dump him in the bath and give him a wash.

After more than an hour of wrestling with an angry, wet rabbit, we eventually decided he was as clean as he was ever going to be, and let him go.

Johnny after his bath.

As you can see, he is NOT IMPRESSED by this outrageous treatment.

Perhaps that’ll teach him not to go around escaping in future!

Painting the Shed

Painting the Shed

This is going to take ages.

And it’ll need two coats.

The colour is Cuprinol Garden Shades, in Lavender.

I was going to paint the window frames and the doors in Pale Jasmine (cream), but I’m not so sure now. Perhaps it would look better if it was all the same colour.

It’s going to look lovely when it’s finished though – much nicer than having a GIANT ORANGE SHED staring at us and at all the neighbours.

I wonder what the chances are of me being able to finish the front before it rains? Perhaps I shouldn’t have started it on a day when I have to go out in the evening for an extra choir rehearsal, but I had to take advantage of the sun!

It’s alive!

Sweetcorn

I’ve been a teensy bit busy lately, and that’s meant I haven’t had much time for blogging. Plenty to blog about, but no time to sit down and write about it! I haven’t had much time to pay attention to the garden this week, and I’ve mostly been watering it in the dark, so somehow I hadn’t noticed quite how many things are just about starting to grow!

Above, you can see what will eventually become sweetcorn. I’ve got four plants and two of them look like this, so that seems quite hopeful.

Teeny Tomatoes

Teeny tiny tomatoes. These are Sungold, and there are a couple of fruits on the Moneymaker plants as well. My other six tomato plants are considerably smaller, and really need separating into six separate pots. That means a trip to the garden centre, so they might have to manage being a bit crowded until the weekend.

Almost Aubergine

Look! The World’s Smallest Aubergine! It’s currently about the size of a blueberry, so I’m hoping it’ll survive and grow a little bigger. I’ve only managed to grow one solitary aubergine in the past. I had to harvest it when it was about the size of a tennis ball, before it was eaten by insects. And I still ended up sharing it with a woodlouse.

Proto-pumpkin

Hopefully this will grow up to be a pumpkin. I have four pumpkin plants, two of which are absolutely bursting with flowers. I’m kind of hoping that most of them are male flowers, otherwise I could end up with a lot of pumpkins!

Almost courgettes

This is quite exciting – there are about half a dozen budding courgettes on this plant. I’ve grown courgette plants before, but never managed to harvest an actual courgette, so I’m really pleased to see these.

Courgette!

And then I spotted this! A whole, real, actual courgette! So exciting! It needs to be a teensy bit bigger before I harvest it, but look!

Ahem.

Sorry about all the exclamation marks. It’s just that I’ve put a lot of time and effort into this, and I’m really excited that I might actually get some food out of it!

Harvest Festival

Harvest Festival

Over the weekend Skycarrots hosted a harvest festival!

A small group of us got together and brought masses of food and drinks that we’d grown, foraged, brewed and baked. All of the salad and vegetables were from Sarah’s allotment, with the addition of my cherry tomatoes. The big square pie is pumpkin and feta, and the quiche at the bottom right is tomato and ground elder. The only cheat was the bacon quiche which Paul baked. He may have made the quiche himself, but he foraged for all the ingredients at the supermarket. 😉

If you click on the photo it’ll take you through to Flickr, where you can see some notes about each item.

There were also drinks a-plenty. Mark and Kath had made wine, which they’d nicknamed “wynamite” because of its strength! There was also Sarah’s beech leaf noyau, some cherry-ish brandy, and the remains of our elderflower cordial – now rather fizzy, and probably pretty alcoholic by itself.

Half way through the evening we went on an impromptu foraging trip to a nearby tree, and we all ate raw almonds for the first time. Almonds are related to peaches, so you get a fuzzy fruit with a stone inside it that looks like a peach stone. Crack it open, and inside is an almond! Very exciting.

Our next food mission is to go out sloe-picking, so we can start getting some sloe gin ready for bottling at Christmas. We first made sloe gin two years ago, which was so well-received that people gave us back the bottles asking for a refill! Unfortunately there were virtually no sloes growing locally last year, so we had to disappoint everyone. Thankfully this year there looks to be a bumper crop, so we should be able to make enough for everyone.