viper’s bugloss! preposterous and ostentatious, a flower after my own heart… and a total bee magnet you can imagine the conversation: ‘hmmm.. i want purple flowers, with a blush hint of pink’ ‘where?’ ‘oh EVERYWHERE, as tho all stuck over, be-sequined!… a hippy hairy trunk… and, i want to be irresistible!… and AND give me a name that makes me sound well tough, Rattlesnake Trumpet or something!?’ there’s loads of this plant around here, tho i didn’t know its name till today, better not mutter borage daughter gave me a wild flower book last year, and sporadically i remember to look them up! super useful wild flowers have gone Rain Forest crazy at the mo, fecund, their loving the warmth, perpetual rain and sultry mist. Juuune
aw belated fathers day pic just stumbled across this lovely snap of dad in an ancient trove of flotsam 1974 (ish), on the way to scotland, a tall man, yes, but through the eye of his 9 year old son (me!), a friendly and endlessly impressive giant x
courgette flower guzzling season, a soggy soporific afternoon, too lazy nowadays to do more than endlessly post pics of lunch x
megan: There are so many tasty flowers!
ooh what are your faves? and i’ll search them out… i’ve been nibbling on ooh sea kale, honeysuckle, dandelion, gorse and hawthorn a fair bit… tho not all at once! xx
megan: I am eating wild geraniums, nasturtiums, clover, chive flowers, garlic flowers, borage… and more.
of course de edible aliums! why didn’t i think of that, wish i’d planted some chives for the gorgeous flowers now! next year ho hum xx
Korma and Sea Kale … Jai Ganesha ‘There’s a loving in your eyes all the way If I listen to your lies, would you say I’m a man (a man) without conviction I’m a man (a man) who doesn’t know’ …………… all together now Korma Korma Korma Korma Sea Kale-a-meal-eon!
sigh, i’ve resorted to feeble puns for attention now…
the light in a beech wood, in early summer, one of my favourite things decanted through leaves… eerie, enchanting, a lucid nuance of green a day of showers, the gloom of grey clouds, then the brief abrupt hurtle of rain nowt but patter drops neath the canopy, summoning this moist rummage of smells a wind that shivers through leaves, the sharp sun… mottled, flicker, butterfly shadows as with heaney: ‘The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves. Us, listening to a river in the trees.’ far far in friston forest, on a weekday afternoon, nobody at all but the tweet and foible of bird song… near, far, high, low… layered, grooved, vertigo of a constantly shifting perspective a temperate Rain Forest, this blessed land
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oh and climbed an ash on the way back (that ash, lol x) foot braced against one of its tentacles, could feel the subtle strength, the vibrations as the long bough gently writhed in the wind i’ve been dreaming of ash trees and long barrows the last few weeks (long burgh nearby, above alfriston) much as it was in the neolithic? huge swathes of trees, the occasional glimpse of a view stone age, yes, yet always fashioning with wood much work… the scouring of hides, tending of crops, chopping of trees, chiding of beasts!?… yet also space to dream there would be summer festivals, gathering of the clans, time to swap, to gossip, flirt, dance, feast shell fish, nettles, sea weed, deer ha, mead and magic mushrooms… the pulse of a song summoned from the drum, heartbeat of the land sitting around the fire, hound at your feet, telling your story, a piece for the whole across the the circle, caught in the fire glow, the eyes of the one you love much has changed, and, yet, somehow, nothing at all ………… prose typically waywardly lush, but a way of putting off household chores! …. aw thinking of phil, must be a year x
harry styles is filming on nh beach this morning truth be told he’s all over east sussex like a nasty rash… shutting down squares in brighton a few days ago… then turning on the christmas lights in eastbourne next week (yeah i know its a tad early, but it is HARRY) anyway i had to tip toe past security guards and ouch eek across painful pebbles for my beach swim this morning so, next time your down the multiplex if in the background of some hollywood blockbuster you notice a friendly walrus in a lurid pink cozzie, then, as jLenn(?) once sang ‘i am the Walrus’ a friendly security guard and i were surveying the the entire fuss pot palaver, the enormous convoy of trucks, the hubbub, the catering, the Razzamatazz, the covid testing, the kit kaboodle!… when she conspiratorially exclaimed ‘he’s not Neil Diamond doncha know’ good point, Harry ‘cramping my’ Styles, you may well be a singing and acting legend, a heart throb… but, well, your not Neil Diamond
flaps: Breaking news – Harry Styles cast in new Neil Diamond biopic…
typing that, i suddenly realise that i have an aversion to lower case ‘r’ in proper nouns, its just ugly! does everyone feel that way? most other letters i’m happy to disregard case with reckless abandon ‘Rose’ is beautiful, ‘rose’ bit bleagghh! … ‘Richard’ tho, i’m sure we can agree, could never be anything other than beautiful!
