A warm humid morning in late July. The village beyond us is humming with summer activity already and the sun is hot on my face. It’s been raining for a few days now, enough to give all the plants in our garden a boost of growth but one plant towers spectacularly amongst the others. The tall other-worldly sturdy green stem of a teasel emerges from the border beneath the wild rose, topped with around twenty striking flower heads. There were a few plants when we moved into our house about seven years ago but, when I cleared the bed, it disappeared for a few years. This year it’s back with aplomb. A flurry of wings overhead. A small knot of sparrows breach the fence and settle in the bare twig branches of a box bush that perished in the late frosts this year.
Teasel
Teasel
Teasel
A warm humid morning in late July. The village beyond us is humming with summer activity already and the sun is hot on my face. It’s been raining for a few days now, enough to give all the plants in our garden a boost of growth but one plant towers spectacularly amongst the others. The tall other-worldly sturdy green stem of a teasel emerges from the border beneath the wild rose, topped with around twenty striking flower heads. There were a few plants when we moved into our house about seven years ago but, when I cleared the bed, it disappeared for a few years. This year it’s back with aplomb. A flurry of wings overhead. A small knot of sparrows breach the fence and settle in the bare twig branches of a box bush that perished in the late frosts this year.