Revelation: water is a far more powerful presence in a garden than I’ve ever recognised before.
Lets be clear right from the outset – I’m not trying to generate sympathy when I start to mourn what I’m missing in my own garden while I’m away for the next month checking out gardens in Italy and the US.
Doubled up on the couch with a crippling, hacking cough on sunday, and for want of anything better to do, I put on the DVD of Fellowship of the Ring. There’s old Bilbo beginning his book of adventure, and in a preface, ‘Concerning hobbits’, mentions their love of growing things.
I’m still on the hellebore thing, and have just today got my hands on the most sensational macro lens – two good reasons to show some pics of Helleborus ‘Penny’s Pink’. A third and altogether poorer reason is to sort out once and for all if commenter Penny needs to grow this thing.
I can’t stop looking at these hellebores I’ve been given. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what they reminded me of – where I’d seen that colour combination elsewhere in nature. I kept thinking ‘peach’ but couldn’t get why. Then it struck me – they’re an exact repeat of that astonishing colour phenomenon that occurs with the rich, ruby staining on the flesh of a white peach nearest to the stone.
All this practical stuff is setting my teeth on edge. When I started out, I’d have been happy if the only physical action resulting from this blog was a slow, contemplative rubbing of the chin and a distant look in the eye.
How did I wind up doing this? Three posts to answer a single question that should, by rights, require a book-length answer.