Today, I sat in the fairy fort that I have walked by almost every day, every week, for the last year.
Why did it take so long?
I heard the chatter of birds, the softness of pine needles. I imagined Ghost Pipe plants popping up either side of me. I thought about how magical that would be if it happened not just in the woods but also in a garden. I thought about how many gardeners would weed and whack them away before they could unfurl themselves into their intriguing, alien-like stalks.
How do we re-learn the magic of weeds? and of nature? and of the beauty of watching the spontaneous garden, the mitigated imposition of our own ideas and sense of tidiness, unfold and unfurl - explode into an unruly, wild, beautiful landscape.
How.
