A couple of weeks ago, thieves stole gratings from gutters, one from here, one from there in at least three places.
in an uncovered drain.
Anyone might have stepped off the kerb into watery and frightening discomfort or terrible pain. Having avoided the peril, my interest was trivial - there were ferns in there - ferns I would never have been aware of otherwise.
Hopefully, we are coming to the end of rain and drizzle (alternating with shivering cold) and I’ll go back to clambering up and down no-longer-muddy banks and thrusting my camera confidently into non-wet bushes and under non-dripping leaves. In the short term - urban plants are getting more of a look-in.
The surprise find of a fern-in-a-hole sent me to look in other drains and gutters and to search through old photos too.
where there used to be a down-pipe.
December 12th 2010
Like this. Here is a fern in the narrow space where a down-pipe used to be between a door and a pavement.
|Buddleia - December 12th 2010|
On the buildings opposite, high up, a buddleia grows from a cluster of pipes.
In January, gutters running with water have been keeping plants green. I’m surprised they haven’t turned to mush. There are times when they have been submerged by water rushing towards drains.
Come summer, I expect them still to be there when all moisture is gone, happily growing in these almost soil-less places. Not only that, many of them will be flowering. These are tough plants of extremes. Why are they not showered with more admiration? Mostly, they are simply trodden upon.
|A plant I don't like (how's that for science?) with Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis) (top left) (I think) and a Willow Herb (I think)(top right).|
January 17th 2011
It’s swinging between stormy sunshine and dullness today. This morning, sparrows were twittering energetically and a collar-dove was chuntering on . . . and on . . .
It is half past two as I write. The sun has come out and the birds have mostly stopped. I can hear cars in the distance. A flock of racing pigeons is taking its exercise in circles against a blue-ing up sky.
(It won’t last.)
(She says grumpily!)