The small wild Geranium known by that name.
I often ask myself what will become of Rydal Mount after our
day. Will the old walls and steps remain in front of the house and
about the grounds, or will they be swept away with all the
beautiful mosses and ferns and wild geraniums and other flowers
which their rude construction suffered and encouraged to grow
among them?--This little wild flower--"Poor Robin"--is here
constantly courting my attention, and exciting what may be called
a domestic interest with the varying aspects of its stalks and
leaves and flowers. Strangely do the tastes of men differ
according to their employment and habits of life. "What a nice
well would that be," said a labouring man to me one day, "if all
that rubbish was cleared off." The "rubbish" was some of the most
beautiful mosses and lichens and ferns and other wild growths that
could possibly be seen. Defend us from the tyranny of trimness and
neatness showing itself in this way! Chatterton says of freedom--
"Upon her head wild weeds were spread;" and depend upon it if "the
marvellous boy" had undertaken to give Flora a garland, he would
have preferred what we are apt to call weeds to garden-flowers.
True taste has an eye for both. Weeds have been called flowers out
of place. I fear the place most people would assign to them is too
limited. Let them come near to our abodes, as surely they may
without impropriety or disorder.