So, there you are, wandering around all these beautiful gardens with all their important messages, wondering exactly what you're supposed to do with it all?
Once you’ve flirted with the theatrics and the fact that this "planting of more trees" and "championing of biodiversity" lasts for less than a week – and is frankly unsustainable, even if vast bits of it are now recycled – you can at least, in shadier corners and away from the main avenue, find messages of true hope.
This year, I was deeply heartened to see that weeds have been re-branded as pollinator plants. It was a pleasure to discover narrow leaved plantains, Plantago lanceolata – the common wildflower of lawns and waysides – popping up in flowering glory here, there and everywhere.
Ribwort (its common name) is a brilliant source of pollen for insects and a kind medicinal plant for us; there’s no better solution to stings, splinters and scrapes than taking a leaf and mashing it up so that it releases its beneficial juices. It’s far faster at healing than many a plaster and compostable with it.
Dandelions, hawkbits, campions, clovers and herb Roberts also appeared in resplendent health, reminding us how handsome our common wildflowers can be.