Nature Rambles: Key to Kew
There were only two hours of an extended lunch for me to see the Botanic Gardens of Kew and half an hour of that was taken up by mini sandwiches and Puro coffee, a free trade partner of the World Land Trust. Having been so many years to London and not having walked in the Kew is like having gone several times to Mecca and not having walked around the Kaaba. If you were Muslim, that is.
Kew gardens- a collection of the exotic and the commonplace. Here the wisteria blooms
against a brooding stone pine. Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
It was raining slightly and I did not have a camera, but neither dampened the desire to see what Sir Ghillean Prance, a former director and botanist of great note and I had talked about just a few minutes before. At display was the enormously vast collection of the rare, the impressive and the important at Kew; a collection that defined the botanical world that we lived in. I stepped out into the rain, a small Venezuelan chocolate which had an ant pitta on the cover, in my mouth and took to recording on my iPhone what I could take in in a short walk. It was short but let me describe it using three sights to take in the vastness of the green.
Meadow saxifrages (white flowers) grow in an abundance of meadow blooms in the seemingly carelessly growing, but carefully tended, side banks at Kew. Their conservation is one of Kews success stories.
Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
The horse chestnut flowers, delicate blooms amidst a vast and sprawling tree. Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
The European larch (Laryx) with its cones, freshly violet and dried out form interesting
decorations to the confer bough. Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
A stone pine planted in 1846 is a Mediterranean plant grown for its pine nuts.
Today this is one of the heritage trees at Kew. Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
bands on it to prevent further decay. Photo: Vivek Menon / WTI
At first I thought they were astronauts or nuclear warhead removal specialists in their white suits poring over what must have been disabled mines or space rocks, no doubt. On closer look, the two space rocks turned out to be apiary boxes and the astronauts were two young English beekeepers checking out their Apis melliflora. I talked to them of Apis dorsata in India, the wild rock bee. And of the living bio fence we were creating from bee hives and chilly groves and citrus plants, a three in one elephant proof and cash providing fence for the small landholders of India. They were fascinated or perhaps just polite but appearing fascinated as per British protocol. But, I hoped my exotic tale was as fascinating to them as was the story of how the last wild clary seed was saved at the Kew and instead of adding to the vast extinctions of our times, how this meadow plant was kept alive by what is undoubtedly one of the greatest institutions that the Kingdom of Plants and Fungi would ever have wanted as their saviour.