Wednesday, May 02, 2012
dance Jacobs ramsons
Dancing in and dancing out. In the tube station at Waterloo.
Glimpsed from the train, in a field, a flock of Jacob's sheep distinguished by the white fleece with splodges of brown. The wool if undyed and knitted apparently produces piebald garments.
When I used to walk in the country round here, at this time of year I would frequently see and sometimes smell ramsons or wild garlic. White flowers are produced from the broad, spiky leaves common to most members of the allium family. The plant likes damp woodland. Never before have I seen it in The Grove. I can scarcely believe it. True it is in a shady corner of the park, but could it be? I stroll over and squeeze the star shaped flowers. No doubt about it, my fingers smell of garlic. And come to think of it, three hours later they still do. I have always thought of it as a wild flower, but notice with interest that it appears nowadays on menus in posh restaurants and I have even seen it in bundles in posh greengrocers