We live in a flat in the centre of Edinburgh and until relatively recently we didn't even have a key to the backdoor that leads to the garden. Since getting the key, as some readers of this blog will remember, I have taken responsibility for looking after the path that leads from the small garden we share with other flats in our stair, to the communal area where anyone living in the block can grow fruit and veg.
Today, I was clearing weeds from the path. I have always been quite laid back about this, after all it is only a path, and no-one grows veg on the ground bordering it. As long as it is clear and walkable then I'm happy. The brambles give a small but tasty harvest come the autumn, the nettles are valuable for butterflies, the buttercups are bright when in flower and make a lovely damp and shady hiding place for various insects, which in turn are food for the birds. A strange looking insect with protuberent red eyes reminded me that what right do I have to destroy another creature's home, when all I need is the right of way through there?