The soil is parched, despite regular watering. In spite of this hostile environment many of the plants on Button Moon are continuing on a trajectory so upward I am scared where it all might end. No more so than the wildflower meadow. Last year it was a mixed meadow, this season a little less diverse. But not diminished in any way. Dominated by candytuft in sugared almond shades, nigella intersperses from white to Marianas Trench blue. It is a joy to behold, diverting. What is more, it is a moving picture, with flitting butterflies and bees and all host of pollinators that I really should learn the name of, skimming and feasting. This love in a mist, denim blue with spiny green ruff, was the winner in a very tough competition. Until next time, when its crown will most certainly fall.
One summer, when I returned to Cornwall for a short break, someone said that I looked “pale and interesting”. What he meant was that I looked ill. Like a city person. Comparing and contrasting to those around me, it was painfully apparent that he was quite right. It wasn’t about lack of colour, it was about excess of pallor. I didn’t take it as a compliment.
One solitary Love in the Mist stood firm in the whipping wind. Faded by the weather, its fern-like collar still standing proud. Although so far we have only had minor frosts, much is beginning to cultivate a bleached out look. Pale and interesting. Still much more attractive than that city girl.
Bold is what I am drawn to. Subtle seems to evade me. This is not something I am particularly proud of, it is just the way it is. It probably highlights an underlying shallowness. So for a change I thought I would try a little sensitivity. Bring on the understated and the wistful. Embrace the backroom boys and the misunderstood. If you could imagine Kate Bush singing Wuthering Heights in the background at this moment it might help. What do you think? Did I manage it? Seems a little bit weird to me. Although when you examine this soon to burst nigella bud and its ferny foliage you might start to believe there is something to be said for the coy approach.