Walk through a woodland in spring and you might be lucky enough to find yourself surrounded by a drifting stream of blue- bluebells flowing between ancient trees like a river over cobbles settled on the woodland floor.

Bluebells have made their way into our collective hearts and remain one of Britain’s most familiar spring sights. But look a little closer, and the story becomes more complicated.

Among our native bluebells grows another being - the Spanish bluebell.

One belongs to our woodlands of old and is sign that you are in sacred place: an ancient woodland.

The other is a subtle encroacher, able to grow in soils both old and new.

It can feel depressing to look across our landscape and see how much of it is becoming a barren wasteland for life - to see endless scars and no place for anything other the relentless human conquest of more to call a home - but when in these downward spirals, what a lot of philosophical schools of thought have in common from their wise words is: 'focus on what you can control'.

Your garden is land you have direct control over - you are the caretaker, you are the steward - you are the one who decides how that land is shaped and nurtured. So what will it be, wasteland or ecosystem?