Once Was A Herb Lawn

Thyme, pennyroyal and chamomile growing in the pea straw. Initial watering was done by soaker hose once or twice a week.

Ten years ago, when we were planning our present garden, I was determined to have a herb lawn. I envisaged a roughly circular area to one side of the house, surrounded on three 'sides' by shrubs and bordered by a path on the fourth 'side'. Still in the development stage of the garden, I spoke at a garden club meeting where I mentioned this project. A lady approached me afterwards and cautioned me that herb lawns don't work: 'I tried one and it didn't work'. When I asked why it didn't work, she was unable to explain, but ended our conversation with the ominous words: 'You'll find out'.

Newspaper and pea straw mulch kept the weeds down.

I pressed ahead and developed the herb lawn anyway. I first sheet-mulched the area with newspaper covered with pea straw to minimise weeds, then planted a lovely design that included chamomile, thyme, pennyroyal and pennywort. It grew magnificently for a while, but, the chamomile died off in the first winter after planting and did not regrow. Sections of the pennyroyal die and regrow ad hoc. The thyme only grew, and continues to grow, in one section, bordering the path. The pennywort dies off in winter, but regrows and spreads in spring.

The herb was spreading lawn spread nicely for a while.

So much for the intentional plantings. Unexpectedly, the native violets planted as ground cover under the shrubs spread into the herb lawn, and spread, and spread, and keep spreading until the weather becomes too hot and dry for them. But they return with the first rain. One section of shrubs included a couple of creeping boobiallas, which also keep on spreading. Birds and wind spread seeds from nearby flowers onto the herb lawn and they grew, flowered, seeded and spread some more. 

Noticing the way things were developing, I decided that the herb lawn would become a feral flower field; well, that was what was happening anyway, so I helped it along by scattering more seeds and encouraging my granddaughter to pop seed pods of love-in-a-mist. 

Now the herb lawn/feral flower field is an ever-changing kaliedoscope of pennyroyal, pennywort, thyme, native violets, creeping boobialla, love-in-a-mist, poppies, calendulas, nasturtiums and amaranthus. This year, I added sunflowers to the mix; maybe they will self-sow or maybe I will need to replant some of the seeds I've saved.

Three or four times a year, after many of the flowers have grown and seeded, or when the pennyroyal becomes a little straggly after flowering, the area is mowed. The clippings are left scattered over the patch, where they act as mulch and contain seeds for next season's surprises.

During one drought summer, when restrictions prevented us from using any water to keep the plants going, the area was cut, covered with sugar cane mulch and left alone. As soon as it rained, seedlings began to emerge from beneath the mulch.

At the end of the drought the herb lawn was still covered with mulch, but the surrounding shrubs survived well. 

I found out that herb lawns don't work, not if you want to replicate the green sward of traditional grass. But, if you want something much more interesting and dynamic, try a feral flower field with creeping herbs among the flowers.

Sunday Morning Stroll

After what seems like months of angry south winds, as well as plenty of hot, hot days, this morning was mild with a gentle breeze, ideal for a walk into town. Encouraged by the (comparative) lack of wind, we took along our cameras and I'm sure we looked like tourists admiring the town.

It is interesting what you see when you take your time. We frequently walk around the town, but this morning strolled a slightly different route. The pictures give a glimpse.

There are many huge red gums around the town, not as many as there used to be since the council's overconcern for public safety has led to the removal of quite a few. The beautiful old red gum pictured here is a striking feature of the town. To the left are three lemon-scented gums planted to commemorate the town's 3 Victoria Cross recipients. I think that is a record number of VC's for one small town.

Astonishingly enough, in all the time we have lived here we had never previously stopped to read the plaque beside a venerable oak tree. It was planted in 1902 to commemorate the coronation of King Edward V11. I wonder how many others know of the tree's history.