5 photo challenge banner 4Unless I’ve totally lost the plot, and that would be understandable at present, this is day 4 of this challenge. My offerings to you haven’t exactly been consecutive… my apologies for that.

I’m grateful to Colleen at Silver Threading for nominating me for this challenge.

Here are the rules:

‘Post a photo each day for five consecutive days, and tell a story about each photo.  The story can be truth or fiction, poetry or prose.  Each day one must also nominate a fellow blogger to participate in the challenge.’

Today I  would like to nominate https://leafandtwig.wordpress.com/

I look forward to seeing their pictures, should they decide to participate.

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grass verges

Anyhow, today’s image kind of depicts one of the roads around where I live. It also shows the greyhound’s bottom making its way up the hill.

I want to talk about roadside verges. The ones where the grasses and wildflowers grow and life can thrive. Not the ones where lawnmowers demolish everything in their path and leave a trail of destruction… all in the name of roadside management.

In the village where I live, we have a mixture of these two methods. On the side roads, such as this one, the beautiful and many wildflowers are being allowed to do their thing. This is not having a detrimental effect on us humans. In fact some of us are taking enormous pleasure in winding our way through the flowers and long grasses, to see just what beautiful things are hiding there.

This is not the norm for these verges. In previous years the grass has been hacked back to within an inch of its life. I’ve never seen such beauty and life along this road. The reason we have this wonderful show of nature is not, as I understand it, down to a sudden change of heart: a desire to see nature in all of its glory.  No, the simple reason why we have these fabulous, natural roadside verges is down to a lack of finances at the local parish council.

Well HOORAY for that I say! Long may we be poor. From our poverty grows such beauty.

Sadly the main road hasn’t fared too well. Up to a week ago it was looking  beautiful, with the beginnings of so many wildflowers that if left, would have blossomed into quite a show.

Today, we have a scene that could be likened to a battleground. Nothing survived and the remains of the former beauty, lie scattered around.

My understanding of the management of roadside grass verges is that to encourage them to flourish, as we must, they should be cut back in late summer and the cuttings removed.

Of course, our roads should be safe and our views should not be hindered. But, do we really need this desecration of our verges?  And all of this at a time when certain plant species, pollinating insects, mammals and birds are rapidly becoming extinct.

Here in the UK there are organisations in the process of trying to halt this madness. One of them is Plantlife and if you are interested in reading about their campaign to save our roadside verges click on this link http://www.plantlife.org.uk/roadvergecampaign

We need to make a stand and let the people we entrust with managing the spaces we live in, know just how they can also help and encourage nature. We don’t need our roadside verges to be so neat, precise and devoid of nature. And I speak as someone who resides on a busy road.

I’ve seen such wildlife at the side of this busy road and I want it to survive. It MUST survive. I will be writing to my local parish council and I’ve signed the letter on the Plantlife website.

How about you?

  • How are the roadside verges managed where you live?
  • Are you happy to let nature do its thing, or do you prefer neat and tidy?

Thanks for dropping by and reading.

Dorne x

 

 

8 thoughts on “5 photos – 5 days challenge. Roadside verges.

  1. Magical photo Dorne – almost looked like a water-colour painting. What wonderful irony, money-saving councils are helping to rejuvenate the countryside. I love the meadow effect of the verges. Last year in Sweden not on the verges were hacked to bits but also bushes and small tress on the property. A countryside massacre and had me nearly in tears. So unnecessary.

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    1. Thanks for reading Annika.
      Although, I’m not a happy bunny. Sadly the wildflowers that had been allowed to grow in our lovely village have been butchered… yesterday.
      I can’t get my head around it and I’m so angry.
      An email has been sent to my local council to let them know what I, one of their parishioners thinks of it all.
      I’m just one little person. Watch this space. x

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      1. I think councils think that we want everything neat and tidy. They need to listen to us, don’t they?
        They’ll have to listen to my miserable voice moaning on and on and on….
        They’re reading my letter out at the meeting next month. I’ll probably have rotten eggs lobbed at me, thereafter! Can’t wait.

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    1. The greyhound had no choice… she leads and I bring up the rear and photograph the rear!
      I’m on the war path with our local council. The boys with the lawnmowers and strimmers have been out again, This time they’ve really done for our wildflowers… BIG TIME. I’m as mad as hell.
      Regarding the remodel… we’ve still got some way to go.

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  2. You’ll love Poldark. It’s fabulous and the lead role takes his shirt off! Dear god… I’ve never had such a bad hot flash!
    They should warn us menopausal, hormonal oldies beforehand. LOL! Enjoy. x

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