THe meadow at this tome of the year is all about preparation. Preparation for next year; cutting the grass and other plants, raking the grass and then scarifying the thatch, so to leave bare patches.
I have seeds to scatter when the time comes; some Yellow Rattle, but also some other new stuff too. Will be intesting if they come up too.
Once the meadow has been cut, it looks pretty much like another lawn we can see from our back windows, except the manic gardner two doors down who has a snooker table for a lawn, and at times mows it most days. It is possible he mows his lawn more in a week more than I do our in a year.
There was one last surprise that the lawnmeadow threw up for me: in the middle of the month, I was mowing and in a corner too narrow for the mower to reach, there were three or four harebells, left over from the plugs we got two or three years ago. Undisturbed, they have thrived.

This is the last of the meadow blogs this year, I hope you have enjoyed them. So, until next year. Take care.
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