A bud unfolds.
Reading a book by an old friend can be a strange experience. It is like seeing an actor whom you know playing a part on the stage. You recognise familiar expressions, intonations, gestures in a new and unexpected context. Both the actor and the writer have to be good to make you forget them and leave you to concentrate on the matter in hand. I am glad to report that I constantly forget Robbie, the author of Blest Redeemer as I am pulled along by the narrative and become involved with characters who are sharply alive and busy. Now I remember him and am collecting my thoughts about the novel as though I am to sit an exam on it.
Rosemary is a lovely herb with a powerful aroma which makes you think of Mediterranean hillsides. But at this time of year it has the added attraction of masses of small,blue flowers. It is a special blue made poignant by the contrast with its leaves. They are spiky, olive green on one side and pale grey on the other. A combination which only charms and never jars.