I have a client who cuts off all her wisteria flowers. She loves its ability to follow a wire and create a precisely controlled woody structure, but hates the simpering mauve of the flowers.
I’ve watched flowering cherries come and go for over thirty years. For most of that time I’ve accepted the brevity of their flowering without ever having taken notes or any other records in order to establish exactly how long the flowering lasts. The best I could do was guess, and from memory I’d have estimated two to three weeks, depending on the weather, and that in certain conditions it might be as little as three days. But I’ve learned not to trust my memory.
How sweet are these words, at the end of a long article by one C. E. Baines…
It’s a big moment for me: the moment of the flowering of Tulipa batalinii.
Imagine a world before screens, when all images depended on reflected rather than penetrant light (OK, OK, except those in stained-glass windows). Go back earlier and imagine a world before photography, when all illustrations were drawn, painted etc, and the best depictions of flowers were the astonishing – but undeniably flat and matte – water-coloured lithographs of Curtis Botanical magazine.