Tag: Lake District

In Praise of Hogweed

Hogweed in Grizedale, English Lake District; photographed by Gill Henwood

Colours, textures, patterns: the slow but steady miracle of flowers unfurling on the forest verge, Grizedale. Even the young leaves bright green are delicate unfolding in the light.

Hogweed is the common name for this native plant in the carrot family, not toxic like the non-native giant hogweed. The Wildlife Trust tells us: “The hollow stems of hogweed were traditionally used in many children’s games as water guns, pea-shooters and swords.” Clearly, it’s been around since the days of foraging hogs (possibly for its root as it’s related to the carrot family), and sword play.

Attracting many insects, hogweed spreads its many seeds but can be welcomed into wild gardens by cutting off the seedheads before they scatter. However, on a winter frosty morning, any standing dried seedheads are glorious, sparkling architectural wonders.

When is a wild plant and flower a weed? Beauty, scent, nectar, and hollow stems for hibernation, all offer a different perspective. Hogs knew better, for they tasted delicious.

“Praise Him, all creatures here below”

[Gill Henwood]

From a doxology on the Holy Trinity, by Bishop Thomas Ken (1637-1710)
It is sometimes linked with St Francis of Assisi and his canticle of the Creatures.
This is the full doxology

Meadowsweet

photo:Gill Henwood.

Meadowsweet
photographed in the English Lake District. Reflection by my friend Gill Henwood.

In a damp field, tall Meadowsweet has spread across from the track verge to the woodland.
Sweetly scented, attracting insects and humans alike, meadowsweet has been used for flavouring,
herbal remedies and strewing cottage floors. 
Once named ‘Bridewort’, the flowers were woven into garlands for summer brides, perfect to celebrate village wedding days

Every summer, I used to cut some meadowsweet from ditches for the church windowsills. Placed in simple tall jugs and jars, the scent perfumed the side aisle while south sunlight filtered through the beautiful soft flower plumes.
Now, I welcome meadowsweet in our garden dell, leaving the grasses and rosebay willowherb for insects and the elephant moth caterpillars.

The heatwave is bringing glory to the damp meadows too, with their roots deep into the wild soil. No sun reaches through to dry out the field, creatures have a sanctuary to hide in, owls and kestrels watch the tracks for small prey.

This wild field isn’t cut by humans, but manages itself. Badgers visit too, unseen by us. The mysterious life of one wonderful field.

Sweet Meadow Queen, bring peace into this space.
Like your frothy blooms, let turbulent thoughts drift away.
Heal the body, soothe the mind, and calm the weary heart.
May this flower bring love, joy, and comfort to my home,
Rooting me in the present moment.
So be it.

[GH 16th July 2026]

‘BELTIES’ at rest

My friend, Gill Henwood, has sent me this photograph of cattle resting from the heat near Coniston in the Lake District.
Here’s her short refection.

The Belties (Belted Galloway cows) and their recent calves have chosen deep shade on the felltop, where a cool breeze is lifting from Coniston Water up the hill towards them.

An essay on how to keep cool. A couple of mornings ago, they were down at the water edge of Tarn Hows. They are free range around the National Trust fells, choosing the best resting places for the young calves. As parents do. 

As our heavenly Father does when we listen in Creation to the wind and shade and the weather warnings…

Every blessing,
Gill Henwood

After a Hail Shower!

After a Hail Shower!

A reflection and photos from my friend, Gill Henwood.
(a nice treat after I have spent a few days in hospital)

Surprising resilience and fortitude from the peonies in full bloom, despite rainstorms and hail showers interspersed by wind and sun.

Beauty with endurance – much to ponder…

And, thankfully, though the rabbit invasion has chomped off all the aquilegia and ragged Robin, they have so far spared the peonies. The badgers have been busy in the short nights, rotovating the meadow for pignut roots, slugs and worms. Their presence only known by their deeds.

The joys of country gardening!

[Gill Henwood]