Blessings # 23 – W is for Woodland and Wild

I enjoy working in my garden. I enjoy eating what I grow, the flowers that bloom, sitting on my deck with a cup of coffee but the most magical areas are the pieces of woodland. If I get fraught and frazzled I take a walk through the veg patch and past the soft fruit into the rough, self-seeded woodland area and then through a gap in an old hedgebank into the planted woodland which I rent from the neighbouring farm. Apart from cutting back any brambles which grow across the path those spaces require no work. They are always peaceful and quiet. Although the planted section was only put in just over 20 years ago there are some much older trees which must have been in hedges when even this very steep slope was grazed. There is something about the solidity and calmness of trees which I find settles me. I walk down to the stream where there is a small clearing and sit there watching the stream tumbling over stones and burbling its song and all the worries fall into perspective. In a few weeks time it will be carpeted with bluebells!

I like trees and woodland so much that I am planting more. The field on the opposite side of the stream from my garden is abandoned. The farmer who owns it has effectively retired but refuses to either sell up or to rent out his grazing. Ungrazed for about 12 years the grass is getting very coarse and brambles and blackthorn are creeping in from the edges. I keep pulling tiny seedling trees out of my veg beds and decided that instead of just putting them on the compost heap I would pot them up and then plant them out on the field. It wants to become a wood so I will help it! I also grew some apples from pips (you can read about that experiment here) – rather a lot of them! So they are going over there too. I have no idea whteher they will fruit, whether the fruit will be nice to eat or sour, but if they fruit at all and I don’t want the apples the birds will enjoy them.


I have also started to clear along my top, North boundary where John planted hundreds of willow cuttings. Most of them took and grew for a few years but they were left too long and most have fallen over and died. The soil is very thin so I am planting trees in pots with the bottoms cut out. That way they start in good compost but can send roots down into the stonier soil as they grow. That’s the plan anyway.


I will never see these new woods in their full glory – they are a blessing paid forward. I have so many blessins it only seems fair to ensure some for those who follow me.

17 thoughts on “Blessings # 23 – W is for Woodland and Wild

  1. Carrie April 17, 2020 / 2:40 pm

    I can’t remember the country but somewhere there are GPs prescribing forest baths – ie was in a forest as an aid to mental health.

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  2. Laurie Graves April 17, 2020 / 2:45 pm

    A blessing paid forward! What a lovely way to think. I know just what you mean about trees. Our home is in the woods, and we are surrounded by trees. In the summer, when I am on the patio, I feel as though I am held in the green hand of the woods.


    • Going Batty in Wales April 18, 2020 / 10:32 am

      I love the image of being held in the hands of the woods. Your pictures of the woods show how much they mean to you and I really enjoy seing them.

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      • Laurie Graves April 18, 2020 / 4:47 pm

        We cherish our spot in the woods that brings us shade in summer and birds in every season.

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  3. tidalscribe April 17, 2020 / 3:03 pm

    Guerilla tree planting – what fun and a great idea.


    • Going Batty in Wales April 18, 2020 / 10:34 am

      I have no idea whether the farmer has noticed the trees, knows who plants them or even cares. I am usually in my hi-vis dog-walking jacket when I am out there and they have tree guards on so I am hardly being surreptitious! Most seem to be surviving so hopefully they will become more woodland like before too long.


  4. Helen April 17, 2020 / 7:04 pm

    How marvellous that you have in effect your own woodland to take pleasure in. It will be lovely to see photos when the bluebells are ready.


  5. quietwatercraft April 23, 2020 / 10:16 am

    There is something about wild places. I used to get an hour for my lunch at work and I liked to go to one of the many parks Glasgow has to offer, but my favourite part was down the bottom where there were no manmade paths and the grass grew almost as tall as me and the flowers popped up wherever they wanted.


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