Plant group May

We have had two good gardening sessions over the last couple of weeks. The ‘barren strip’ will, we hope, be less barren in future. We have cleared weeds from a good section and sown wildflower seeds from Kew’s Grow Wild programme and additional seeds purchased courtesy of Brockley Assembly funding. The mix includes oxeye daisies, common agrimony, yarrow, viper’s bugloss, wild carrot, toadflax, birdsfoot trefoil and many more. Weeds are great but the range of flowers sown should attract a wider range of insects once established.

We also hoed the bare area under the chestnut tree between the creek and the pond. Here we sowed flowers which bloom at night time (from Kew) and woodland flowers including foxgloves. Some of these are biennials, so we won’t see the benefit until next year.

Here is the team from Saturday. On Wednesday, we were joined by Jimmy and Muhammed but we forgot to take a photo.

R-L : Milly, Imelda, Fred and Julia.
Sowing woodland wild flower seeds under the chestnut tree.

Home work: “what matters to you….”

When Greenwich resident, Mick Delap, found his musical grand-daughter struggling with her homework, he gave her assignment a go himself. He kindly gave his permission for us to publish the poem which resulted, bringing to life the delight of seeing kingfishers in Brookmill Park.

Homework: “What matters to you…”

This matters to me – that even here in Lewisham

kingfishers catch fire. I was limping home from hospital

past the black surface of the old mill dam,

light fading in the bitter cold, the willows still –

when a small bird darted out, pitched onto a branch,

sunk its head into its shoulders like a mini Churchill,

puffed out its chest, then quicker than thought launched

off downstream, a streak of light scintillating

electric blue; a bolt from a crossbow

fired deep into the dusk.  Leaving me feeling –

dazzled. Is this how playing Mozart is for you?

A sense of unexpected possibility, reeled in;  

a moment catching fire? Something so new

that when it sparks, it’s yours; meant just for you?

© Mick Delap 2018

Grey Heron Blues

By kind permission of local poet and singer, John Turner, we give you the Grey Heron Blues…

Grey Heron Blues

There’s a Grey Heron standing down on Deptford Creek
In his early morning glory he’s looking down his beak
At the scruffy tufty other birds so noisy and so small
He doesn’t even use both legs to stand so hunched and tall
He could have come from foreign lands must have a latin name
As he folds his wings behind his back quite relaxed about his fame
He could reside in designer aviary or Zoo
He’s soon to be the subject of a television crew
He’s no doubt multi lingual in modern and ancient Greek
Yet he prefers the riff raff down on Deptford Creek

Grey Heron tell me tell me your news
I always want to hear about the Grey Heron Blues

How you could have been a tourist blown off the beaten track
By a big wind from Winetka but you keep on coming back
How you’re worshipped as a God in Vietnam of immortal time
You’re eggs are aphrodisiacs mixed with youth and lime
How hunters wear your feathers to keep the blues away
You’re arrival is the signal of the hottest summers day.
You were used to carry messages by Sultans and Emirs
So brave you flew into the teeth of flights of spears
You were once next in line to the throne of Mar el Sheik
Yet you prefer the riff raff down on Deptford Creek

Grey Heron tell me tell me your news
I always want to hear about the Grey Heron Blues

Last time I saw the Heron down on Deptford Creek
I asked him where he came from where he hailed from so to speak.
The Heron looked back at me standing on one leg
As I polished my shoe on my trouser he took me down a peg
He said that I should never ask where a bird hung his beak
Each bird flew by their own wind their flight paths quite unique.
Their flights could take them anywhere where any nest was home
I said that’s true and I have always fancied ancient Rome.
The Heron said all birds of a feather there agree
That by and large antiquity isn’t all it was cracked up to be.

© John Turner 2019

Image: Redstart Arts

FRIENDS OF BROOKMILL PARK – next meeting

Tuesday 7th May 2019 1830 in Park Keeper’s Hut

Please come along and help keep the park beautiful for all. Meetings are open to all and newcomers are always welcome.  Volunteers are urgently needed to assist on planting, steering group, communications and activities.

Help make a positive difference to your neighbourhood green space.

Park maintenance is managed by Glendale.

Bumble Bee boy

Bumble Bee boy was seen today,Thursday 22nd November,collecting bees in a plastic bottle.He had about 6-8 bees.I asked him what he was doing and he said he just liked collecting them and he would let them go later.He said he would not kill them.I pointed out that it was important that the bees were able to fly freely and pollinate the flowers.He had a bit of foliage in the bottle with the bees.

Second successful grant application to Brockley Assembly

We are delighted to report a second grant has been awarded by   Brockley Assembly for development of horticultural and creative activities in the park during 2019.  This will support development of the park as a community resource for horticultural skills exchange, biodiversity improvement and art workshops.

Roses will be renewed in two more beds courtesy of Glendale; wildflower seeds will be sown in the narrow strip beside the cycle track and a trial bed will be made for the Deptford Pink.

Creative workshops led by local artists will happen in May and June.  Sign up to the mailing list for regular updates or look out for notices on the park hut and around the park.

  Fred and David making a line for a row of flowers 

 

 

 

Images: Deptford Pink (Dianthus Armeria), Bernd Haynold Wikimedia Commons;Planting Group in Action; Heron, Redstart Arts.

To sign up to the mailing list, get further information or  join the Planting Group, please contact Coordinator on friendsofbrookmillpark@gmail.com