Each year I seem to leave ever larger areas of grass uncut. Not because I'm on some' ditch' the lawn tip or similar, rather it's a matter of creating a perfect environment in which the crickets choral society can congregate. And now the weather's hotting up, boy can they sing. The sound of Summer.
I like to cut paths through it, a kind of lawnmower topiary which is better than ever as the grass is nearly waist height courtesy of a wet April.
Best of all things unexpectedly pop up, like wild orchids.
I struggled to get a good photo this afternoon, it was impossible to lie down (didn't want to flatten the grass) so arms stretched downward, camera by my knees. Below is a better pic, taken a few years ago.
Gladiolus byzantinus makes an appearance. These aren't wild, I planted about 125 corms back in 2009.
I've completely forgotton what this is. Very common, very pink, very welcome.