Creeping, crawling, smelling

Just the way it was in times past ... when we romped through the meadows. When we hid in the all grass until the farmer searching gaze was drawn to the grass we had trampled on. When our olfactory senses were indulged by the aroma of dandelion, clover and sorrel.

When we slipped into our short Lederhosen. On cow pats that made the ground slippery. Bare foot, until we came to the stinging nettles. And it itched and burned and scratching was in vain. Until Mum smeared on soothing marigold balm on those ‘burning’ areas. Whether it helped or not, we were soon back outside again with our friends and playmates. And the wild chase over stick and stone continued. And we were happy. We yearned for those first rays of sunshine with unbridled adventure. We bid farewell to the sunshine when Mum called our names reprovingly. We were happy.

The meadows are great – with all the senses

That is one aspect. Yet the meadows are so much more than our treasure trove of experiences. They are a natural microcosm, where so much happens. Where a vast number of plants and animals run about. A playground to an endless wealth of species. Dryly and emotionslessly, the meadows are an agricultural pasture land, that in contrast to pastures, is not just used to graze animals, but also to make hay and grass silage when it is mowed. The meadow habitat is variety-packed and provides a home to so many different plant and animal species. The soil section is the bottom level which is inhabited by diggers and runners like ground beetles, woodlice, millipedes and centipedes, and climbers like wolf spiders and ants. In the middle section there are the obligatory plant inhabitants like cicadas, grasshoppers, aphids, ants and ladybird larvae. While in the blossom-abundant top layer there are pasture and blossom visitors like bumble-bees, bees and predatory bugs.

It is these creatures and so much more that make our pastures so alive, so vibrant in colour, smell and sound. Have you ever made a conscious effort to smell the pastures? Listened to them? Absorbed them with all your senses? No? Then it is time you did. Here with us in the Wiesergut you can. ‘You are welcome’.