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And it is spreading along the edge of the stream unaided too. Anyone know what we call it?
Really John? What an ignoramus I am about the names of things. Is it an edible version?
Ah... But I googled Wild Garlic, found a photo that looked fairly similar but not quite the same, alongside the words: "similarity to poisonous plants regularly leads to cases of poisoning". Oh.
My plants have much more dense and luxurious flower heads than the wild garlic photos I have seen so far. Ach maybe I'll just give some of the bulbs to my neighbour to eat and see what happens... She doesn't like my wild riverbank anyway.
Per hasp I am wrongGo smell itThat will tell youWild garlic smells........lovely
It certainly looks like it. And when I googled I found someone talking happily about harvesting it for himself. And he didn't sound as if he was planning his final exit.
I am guessing it will smell like garlic John (Yes, I'm pretty sharp I am :) )Will investigate tomorrow, just after I've fried the wild mushrooms that my stupid neighbour says are toadstools....
LolSorry I didn't want to sound patronising Wild garlic does have a distinctive smell
I did not take it to be patronising at all John. My nose shall be put to work tomorrow, and if you never hear from me again I hope the reason will be obvious... Yes, I will have fallen into the stream and smacked my head on a rock.
Yes, "Wild Garlic" is confirmed, but apparently not related to the plant that provides culinary garlic bulbs, although the leaves can be chopped up and consumed. However, I will be leaving it to thrive and just be pretty. Its arrival has not deterred the bats that swoop above our garden every night, going erratically "batty" as I suppose bats are allowed to do, and so I conclude they are probably not vampires, which is one small worry deleted from my big list.
It looks quite at home at the bottom of your garden :-)
Something else quite at home there is the young blackbird that followed me round the lawn as I cut it this evening, totally unafraid of the noise of the rotary mower and digging up worms from the freshly mown areas, which made me wonder if the vibration drives worms upwards? Unlikely... But anyway, when I sat down for a rest this bird approached and just settled down beside me, close enough that I could have touched it, and just eyed me up while I talked to it, although rather doubting that it understood my words that included some questions to it about dinosaur ancestors and the evolution and secrets of flight. It was very strange, yes, the bird and me... Youthful innocence perhaps (in the bird). Where was its mother? I am sure she would have been annoyed. Then later as I sat in my conservatory having a cup of tea a noise on the glass roof made me look up and there it was, the same bird just standing and looking down at me intently. I have, it seems, a new friend, and one that can fly
I have a similar Blackbird friend (an adult). He sings his little heart out to me when I leave work. Then hops onto the grass and looks at me as I walk towards my car. I know he is talking to me... but I am not sure what he is telling me...
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