Well lovely Readers, no sooner do I do a post about Phacelia, and its role as a cover crop/green manure, than I see this field just outside Tisbury in Somerset. The farmer has planted a strip of wildflowers right along the edge of the field and it’s busting with Phacelia. It looks very pretty, and hopefully the bees are delighted.

We always wait outside Tisbury for a while on the way to Crewkerne, as it becomes a single-track at this point and so you don’t want to encounter any trains coming in the opposite direction. It gave me a chance to watch a red kite hanging above the field – I must have seen a dozen on the stretch down to Andover, and drove my long-suffering husband mad by pointing them out every time, even though he was wearing his reading glasses and couldn’t see them.

We waited so long that I was able to take this short film of the crops in the field waving in the breeze, to a soundtrack of South Western Railway air conditioning. Enjoy.

At the next station there was an accidentally Piet Oudolf-ish combination of grasses and ragwort.

Templecombe has won an award for its floral displays, and clearly a lot of time and effort has gone into them. I definitely have raised-bed envy – these, with their double-decker construction, look just the thing for my front garden.

And at Sherborne I was much taken by this combination of leaf, brickwork and purple door.

So now we’re in Ilminster, staying at the Haunted Hotel (The Shrubbery in case you fancy some paranormal activity). However, the 12-foot tall metal giraffe that used to grace the gardens is apparently in pieces near the shed. How are the mighty fallen.

I have been tasked with finding some flowers for Aunt H’s memorial service on Sunday, but the only florist in town is now a ‘floral studio’ and so I have had to resort to Interflora, though hopefully they will use a reasonably local florist. I do hope I don’t end up with something too multi-coloured, although I love the flamboyant Aunt H definitely didn’t. Oh well, we shall have to see. What a shame I didn’t have time to just leap out of the train and gather a bunch of Phacelia. I’m sure it would have been as pretty as anything that a florist will be able to produce.

6 thoughts on “Synchronicity

  1. Anne

    Thank you for the reference to Piet Oudolf which reminded me of his interesting approach to gardening. I have enjoyed the scenes you have depicted in this post.

  2. Felix Reeves Whymark

    A different kind of synchronicity…!

    I’ve never commented on here before but have read your blog a few times, always really interesting and has helped me with ID a few times. Very weird coincidence- I read your blog for the first time maybe this year, and instantly saw exactly the same Phacelia that me and my partner admired in that strip of set aside in Somerset yesterday on the way to Exeter!

    The amount of wildflowers out on that journey was wonderful x

    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Hi Felix, so glad you enjoy the blog and yes what a coincidence! We were on our way home from Somerset yesterday (on the Exeter/Waterloo train) so maybe our trains passed one another. Synchronicity indeed….


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