Saturday, May 01, 2010
forgotten, slope, bluebells
In the corner of a garden are two nymphs, neglected and forgotten.
On the slope of The Common facing the church of King Charles the Martyr there is a horse chestnut, which is always the first to blossom. The slope is south-facing and always strikes me as a good place to plant a vineyard. Today the horse chestnut candles are resplendent, bright, even in this afternoon's shower.
Half way up Mount Sion there is a strip of grass in front of a house. Today, It is full of bluebells in bloom. Bluebells, as a rule, prefer woodland and shade. So what are they doing in the open? I remember that there used to be a tree pressed up against wall of the house, and it was in its shade that the bluebells must have established themselves. Now that the tree is gone, the bulbs respond to the unaccustomed light by flowering early, but how long will they last without shade? I have noticed that in some of the parkland in these parts, bluebells cluster round established trees, but generally indicate, by where they grow, the limits of the shade cast by the tree's canopy.