Earlier in the summer, I scattered wildflower seeds in my front yard, and then covered them with some compost and then watered them in and then … went on holiday during the driest, warmest patch of summer England has seen in the almost three years that we have been here.
I came back, still with visions of a gorgeous wildflower (mini) meadow in my front yard. Meadows I had camped near or cycled past: delicate blooms of red, blue and yellow amidst long grass. My visions were rather unrealistic. Our front yard is patch about 2 metres long by 1.5 metres wide and flat. Wildflower meadows stretch as far as the eye can see on gentle slopes. However, one can dream. And, in the realm of wildflower front yards, that is all Oanh will do.
It is late enough in the summer now to know that my meadow will not eventuate. The yard is nothing but grass and dandelions. I like dandelions, but they were not one of the flowers in the wildflower seeds packet.
I would, with my usual undauntable optimism, say that I will try again next year. But I am not sure we will be in this house next year and I am not sure I could again bear the weeks of hope, dashed by a slow wave of heartbreak.
I think I will find a wildflower meadow to camp near.