A snake’s-head fritillary in the grass
UNTIL my epiphany, I was for years ambivalent about wildflowers. They struck me in every way as inferior to ‘proper’ cultivated flowers in a proper garden, organised in height order in a herbaceous border. Wildflowers were capricious: their randomness, their unpredictability of habitat, the fact that wildflowers grow in their own sweet way without any intervention by human hand, made them seem second rate. Hardly better than weeds.
