Going for a walk
I was walking on a warm and bright Sunday during the summer break; university is out and schools soon to follow. The city of Worcester Is a rather lovely place, not too big and with a very tangible link to the surrounding countryside of apple farms, fields and hedgerow.
As I was walking I noticed a small group of three, they looked Asian and perhaps were a family of 2 younger boys with their mother. They were walking around the old hospital university campus with their camcorders and were snapping away at what is now a rather beautifully restored and noble looking set of buildings sitting right beside a golden monarch of architecture, the new library.
I imagined that they were potential students eyeing up the lay of the land and seeing whether the conveniences and culture of the university may suit them for their educational adventure.
It occurred to me somewhat pessimistically that Worcester had never looked so glorious, and that if they had come when the weather was not so clement their experience of all they were seeing may have been perceived in somewhat of a less friendly light.
However thinking this way immediately made me see the city with a new eye. I remembered how I looked at things and saw them as beautiful in Poland, Switzerland, Israel…. The list goes on and each place gave me a world view, a cultural experience and a connection in my emotions with the personality of the area.
I was now looking at a restaurant front and seeing how it would make a great photograph as it poses perfectly presenting a welcoming and honest neatness.
Walking on my senses were opened further I began to pay attention to sounds and smells, surely enough there was the
freshly cut grass sent wafting on a warm wind and the lapping sound of leaves, a sound slightly lighter than the seashore and more irregular, like a gentle wind chime. The hedgerow and the trees rustle together creating tones and a dynamic of sound that matched the depths of colours I could see as I arched my eyes up into the trees’ canopies all overlapping and layering with light and many shades of green.
I couldn’t help but feel how the flowers and grasses and.. oh all that I could see was so quintessentially British. Yes we British do still have a cultural identity and it is so intrinsically linked to our land.It felt as if I were in a dreamlike state of appreciation, there’s something spiritual about taking time to be gentle to yourself, to giving yourself space to admire and connect with basic things around you, resulting in making life uncomplicated just for a little while.
It occurred to me that growing these hedgerow flowers in my garden, creating a space with a trained wildflower look would be the epitome of a perfect garden. It would have the feel of texture, layers and smells that bring a sensory environment and that can draw the sting of tiredness out allowing me to rest and enjoy.
Here are Here are a few names of plants you can use to create this feel;
Rudbeckia, Echinacea, Nepeta (catmint), Sedum (hardy succulent), Euphorbia, Agapanthus, Alliums Thyme, Viola, Achillea, Anthriscus Sylvestris, salvia (Amethyst), Campion, Plantain, Stitchwort, Corncockle, Cuckoo flower, Bladder, Scabious. Shade loving: Hostas, Grass molinia, Epimediums & ferny leafed milk parsley.
I found many of the plant names in a magazine (House & Garden Oct 2012) with an article about gardens designed by Tom Stuart-Smith in Cheshire.