I took myself for a little birthday stroll through the wood of Frankendael today. It is so cold here still, yet the spring flowers continue to push through.
Garlic mustard is making an appearance.
Wild garlic is evidently being torn rather than harvested with respect, by a few people.
And this plant is growing, whilst it’s name still evades me. This evening I looked it up and the closest I find is Black Horehound (Ballota nigra). If it us then I shall be very pleased as that plant is very useful. More investigation is needed!