Wednesday, July 18, 2012
boots frock mullein
Every now and then a blogger publishes a photograph of his or her boots. It is a subject I always enjoy. Boots can reveal a lot about a person. So rather than talk about myself I will confined myself to say that I have had these rather smart boots for about 25 years. Fairly recently I upgraded them for use in the garden, where they have developed a character of their own. You could say in a manner of speaking that we're mates, these boots and I.
In the supermarket a tall man hurries with long strides on his way to the check out. He is wearing an anorak and, reaching just beneath his knees, a frock with a flower pattern.
The garden next door to my vegetable garden has been deserted and left to grow wild for the last two years. There are tall nettles with straggling green beards, the rusty flowers of docks, sow thistles and bindweed scrambling everywhere with its white bell-shaped flowers. Blackberry and fuschia mingle. And the metal poles from which gardener used to string his beans has collapsed to form a lopside pyramid. Standing high above the wilderness two stately mullein project their yellow inflorescences into the sky. The garden variety is known by the family name, verbascum. Pax verbascum, I can't help saying to myself.