Before 1 may should much in the 30-talsträdgården in Nacka to be clear. The apple trees should be cropped, the rampant syrénhäcken tyglad, hängrännorna emptied of leaves and moss, any wood from nedsågade branches upphuggen, rice, and other debris transported to the landfill – and so it was the big problem child: the gravel path.
last year, both of her sons, that I over the years in different ways bribed to clear the weeds, empty nesters. The weeds grew faster than usual during the sommarheta may and was cemented firmly in the drought during the regular summer months.
and sounded resigned themselves to the lawn mower to keep the dandelions and other weeds short. The lawn began to spread and threatened seriously to take over.
This early spring I have on the own hand tried to bring order in the mess. Hour after hour, I have been bent and marveled at how the old meadow, where cows grazed until Per Albin-the house was built in 1937, in any way, living there under the gravel.
Hesitating about nature's inherent forces to try to tear up the dandelions by the roots in an old grusgång. I promise you, it is impossible.
is, however, nice, so of course the ”weeds” I leave. But most of the time gives great satisfaction when the roots follow the with the up out of the earth.
When a copy of the insect riddarskinnbagge with rödsvartvit drawing turns out in the blazing sun I get, however, in good conscience, I destroy his habitat.
the Insect, on the island of Öland is known as the cobblers, they are in a garden, the wife to the street cobblers until the 60's was in perfect condition, with among other things, a tree clipped as a ball. Nowadays, the similar parts of the most a jungle.
is beautiful and the time leading up to midsummer is the best. A part of the lawn, where even a few blue anemones turn out every year, I let grow to the meadow under the hammock.
At the demonstration published Swedish society for nature conservation the book ”of Course!” about how to make their garden more overgrown. I do know however that for me there is a limit, and it goes on to the gravel path.
Mats J Larsson is a journalist at DN. Read also his columns about the flirting buses and the love of a tough uphill.