Monday, May 09, 2011
alkanet, noise, tranparency
One of my flower books describes alkanet, an introduced perennial, as rare. It isn't rare round here. It seems to grow almost everywhere, sending its roots deep into the soil. Despite its lovely blue flowers it can be unwelcome in the flower and vegetable garden. The plant is native on the west coast of France and in the Iberian peninsula.
From within the lime tree opposite our house this afternoon comes an angry scream repeated with increasing intensity. All sorts of noises come from the tree - the flapping of pigeon wings, the song of blackbirds and starlings, and various tits, but this is the voice of one of the ubiquitous grey squirrels which inhabit the neighbourhood.
The deep red rose which I think may be called Copenhagen, has enormous blooms this year, perhaps in some way linked to the cold winter and early spring. This afternoon I watch the sun light illuminate the flowers from behind. The transparent, back lit petals seem to be alive.