Monday, January 26, 2009
amarylis, rainwater, magnolia
The plant arrived for Christmas and has been a constant pleasure ever since. This is the third flower it produced; another is in bud.
The Grove slopes gently towards the south west. Its perimeter path has a gutter on either side, which consists of rows of parallel bricks placed end to end, side by side and slightly angled towards one another to capture the rain. By the south west entrance this morning, though it has long since stopped raining, you can see the water running in a steady stream over the bricks, and above all hear it, gurgling into a drain. Though there is normally no running water in the Grove, this pleasant sound reminds me of a mountain stream, and suddenly I long to be transported to the Lake District where I used to walk a long time ago in the footsteps of Wordsworth and Coleridge.
The buds of the magnolias of which there are a number around here are sprouting. From a distance they resemble hazel catkins, but as you get closer you are aware of a satiny sheen on the almond shaped buds, which accounts for the catkin appearance. They seem small and unimportant when you think of the size and splendour of the flowers, which will open in two or three months time.