June 2nd – I noticed while wandering down to the train that this patch of forgotten weeds beside the access ramp at Four Oaks Station was, in fact, a thriving crop of oilseed rape. I can’t imagine anyone actually planting it, so I wonder how it got here – there aren’t any fields for some distance, and the seeds don’t blow on the wind. Was this an act of guerilla cultivation?
Whatever, it’s a cheerful sight and smells lovely.
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