IN THE HEDGEROW When I was a little girl I recall taking long ambling walks with my grandmother. Our pace was often slower than a mouse, because we would keep stopping to look at all the amazingly beautiful flowers found along the way. Hidden in the shade of the countrysides hedgerows these delicate and amazingly humble flowers filled me with wonder. No one planted then, tended them or watered them! They grew, and survived by chance, and they captured my heart. She knew everyone by name, as if they were old friends. Even today I find myself in ore of the simple, the real, the native flowers that just appear, as if my magic, at this amazing time of year.