When we moved into our home seven years ago, the drive was gravel. I think it must have been regularly sprayed with weed killer to keep it bare and tidy- so we stopped. We collected handfuls of seeds from local wild flowers in the first autumn and we threw them on the tidy, dead stones.
A blush of green appeared in the spring. Tiny pinks arrived first
and tentative wild marjoram. Dandelions scrambled yellow and I let them flower for the bees and then seed for the linnets to feed on. Yarrow sprang up eventually and garden lavender even set seed and bushes started to grow.
There is still a bare strip where the car comes in and out of the garage each day, but the rest is a riot of colour and life. Arriving home from work to drive through an explosion of butterflies and a wall of bumble bees is a million times better growling over dead stones and when I wake up in the morning, open my bedroom window and look down, I watch finches picking through seeds and house martins swooping through the insects that have found a home on our drive just because we let it all go!