The old Co-operative Society depository that now ware-houses our micro-loft sits along one side of St Stephen’s Square, just outside the old city walls. Sadly, a modern road layout has rather robbed the square of its former character. Aside from the old warehouse, all that remains is a local pub for local people on the corner (those who are familiar with the BBC2 series ‘The League of Gentlemen’ will know exactly what I mean). Still, all is not lost. Some bright spark had the brilliant idea to plant the scrub and verges with wild flowers and long grasses. It makes my heart sing even on the dullest of days.
Perking the Pansies 
. . takes me back to when I was a wee chavvy – the bomb sites used to be full of wild flowers and even wilder grasses – great for sloworms, lizards and nettle rash!
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Very “Passport to Pimlico”. I got the nettle sting trying to expose the sign. Ouch!
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A breath of air, all these flowers and greenery. How is it that flowers have this magic power over us. 😮
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They do don’t they? I’m not one for cut flowers but seeing them growing along the verges really puts a spring in my step.
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Indeed! 🙂
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Could it be the responsibility of these pepes. They’re doing a grand job in the “Smoke”
http://www.guerrillagardening.org/
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Could be. I’ll do a bit of digging (if you forgive the pun).
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