This hydrangea head is possibly the most beautiful spent flower in the world. Of course I am open to correction about this outrageous claim, but today at L&L’s it seemed that way. My morning spent digging out a raspberry (and ground elder) bed was enhanced by the sight of its gloriously maturing blooms. If Helen Mirren was a flower, then this would be her, confident in her ripe beauty.
Whilst remembering the forbidden fruit that I had sampled just a few weeks ago from these canes, I asked Lionel if scrumping referred only to apples. “Well” he told me “When I was a boy I would scrump apples, pears, plums and cherries.” This made me feel much better about my foraging. However I cannot blame the impetuosity of youth, just the devil-may-care of age.