Spreading his seed upon the ground
Apr. 2nd, 2012 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Nice out, isn't it? Could do with a drop of rain,mind; my courgettes are in a right old state.
On Saturday I was to be found in a field, casting my seed hither and yon. Fortunately for all concerned, it was from a plastic tub containing a variety of wild flowers supplied by the council.
(Which is all remarkably daft when you think about it, but that's what a well-meant but startlingly badly executed 'commitment to the environment' gets you. It all began with the Cheltenham Floods the other year. One of the alleged 'problem areas' was a corner of Prestbury where there is a brook that once in a while overflows its banks. This would be fine had the relevant bit of flood-plain not been covered in Executive Homes for Executives to park their Executive Cars outside. Since Executive Homes are far more important that some fields that had been fields for so long that the ridge-and-furrow was still obvious, it was decided to run a thumping great tunnel across several fields and a couple of roads at £ye-gods-how-much?
They made an epic bugger of the job, all the while sending Men to bang on about 'mitigating environmental impact'. Then the next week sending different men to cut down the wrong trees. The final emanation of 'we know better' has been to send a bag of wild flower seeds for people to scatter on the ground that they turned upside-down (so there is a bloody great streak of compacted clay across the fields which is going to look a bit bald for the next couple of seasons and no amount of seed-scattering is going to fix that. You useless tossers.) because of course letting the local flora get on with the job isn't properly 'environmentally aware')
I may have written rude words with my tub of wildflower seeds. We shall find out next summer.
Nice out, isn't it? Could do with a drop of rain,mind; my courgettes are in a right old state.
On Saturday I was to be found in a field, casting my seed hither and yon. Fortunately for all concerned, it was from a plastic tub containing a variety of wild flowers supplied by the council.
(Which is all remarkably daft when you think about it, but that's what a well-meant but startlingly badly executed 'commitment to the environment' gets you. It all began with the Cheltenham Floods the other year. One of the alleged 'problem areas' was a corner of Prestbury where there is a brook that once in a while overflows its banks. This would be fine had the relevant bit of flood-plain not been covered in Executive Homes for Executives to park their Executive Cars outside. Since Executive Homes are far more important that some fields that had been fields for so long that the ridge-and-furrow was still obvious, it was decided to run a thumping great tunnel across several fields and a couple of roads at £ye-gods-how-much?
They made an epic bugger of the job, all the while sending Men to bang on about 'mitigating environmental impact'. Then the next week sending different men to cut down the wrong trees. The final emanation of 'we know better' has been to send a bag of wild flower seeds for people to scatter on the ground that they turned upside-down (so there is a bloody great streak of compacted clay across the fields which is going to look a bit bald for the next couple of seasons and no amount of seed-scattering is going to fix that. You useless tossers.) because of course letting the local flora get on with the job isn't properly 'environmentally aware')
I may have written rude words with my tub of wildflower seeds. We shall find out next summer.
