|A clump of trees somewhere between Coleraine and Ballymoney, 2015|
This next wee photo shows the poor state of hedges around this part of the world in the early 21st Century. Now there was a time when our beautiful hawthorn hedges grew tall and wild and in the spring had a fantastic display of flowers - the May flower. Hence the old adage 'Never cast a clout 'til (the) May is out' - meaning don't take off any layers of clothes until the Mayflower has blossomed. Nowadays you'd be hard put to find any Mayflowers, since the farmers give all their hedges a Number 1 cut early in the season. This (below) is typical of things - you'd hardly call that a hedge, for goodness' sake Where are all the hedgerow birds to nest/feed/shelter?
|What used to be a hedge|
I'm sure lots of people look at these hedges and think 'Nice and neat - great job'. Not me. I'm definitely in Grumpy Old Man mode with regard to our hedges. I don't like neatness in the countryside when it's man-made - I'd rather let nature take its course and have wild and unkempt hedges - with blossom! Here endeth today's rant.