Cigar Flowers and Blue Salad
21 April
The Sanguinaria are starting to open - I think of them as cigar flowers because of the way the flower extends and opens from a tubular, green cigar-shaped wrap emerging from the soil … the wrap is actually the leaf that opens later.
On the 14th April a year ago, I posted the following. I have many more subscribers now and thought it would benefit from a re-airing:
A stunning display of self-absorption.
A few weeks ago I quoted in this newsletter, an encounter a writer had had alongside an abandoned and gradually re-wilding golf course. The author met a person who complained that there was now “ ... nothing here any more. It’s all just nature”. That post of mine produced the most response amongst my readers of almost anything I have shared. In the same light, because I truly cannotunderstand these people, I offer you this encounter - we will soon be welcoming back the northerly migrating warblers of spring but hope we will not be welcoming anyone of this ilk. The source is linked to below the Quote and is worth reading in full when you have time:
“On that sunny weekend morning, I stepped off the side of the trail and watched a cloud of warblers drift toward me. They were sallying back and forth, catching insects on the wing. The leading edge of the flock was closing in at 20 yards when I heard loud voices behind me. I knew my magic moment with the birds was about to be dispelled. Two women approached. I turned to say "hello" and expected them to make eye contact. But they were deep into the "he said, she said" conversation I hear everywhere. They passed by, their heads spinning with human affairs, disconnected from the beauty around them. They plowed through the fluttering warblers, who parted at their approach, filling the air like animated confetti glistening in the sun before settling back down behind them. I was amazed. They did not even look at the birds.This was a stunning display of disconnection, disinterest, and self-absorption.”
