blue-tiered wisteria
tumbles from the walls.
And, once more, close-up consideration of flowers has me wishing I had studied differential geometry, topology, or perhaps just topiary.
whitewash
Among the flower photos in last Sunday’s post was this one, which I had mistakenly thought might be magnolia, but then identified as dogwood.
When I found out what it was, I was surprised to read of the flowers turning white. I thought that must be a specific type of dogwood, not necessarily the one in the local park. Still, I went back to look and found that, yes, the tree that I had originally thought looked as if it was covered in brimstone butterflies is now quite different.
The flowers are a little the worse for wear after so many spring storms, but we’ve had a lot of sunshine, too. Shall I blame the rain for having washed the colour away, or the sun for bleaching them?
flowers and thoughts
I’ve been staying with my mother over the weekend, which is why I was so late with the blog post yesterday, and again today. It’s not that there’s nothing to write, just that coffees, meals, washing up and word puzzles take up an awful lot of time if you let them.
My mother hasn’t been able to get out much recently, so when I went to the village shop for a paper, I took some photos to show her what was going on down the road. Here, then, are a few, mostly local, flower photos with some haphazard notes:
I thought it was April that was supposed to breed lilacs, but here May seems to be doing just that:
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late
It’s late evening on Saturday and I haven’t yet posted anything to the blog. The day seems to have run away from me and I’m not feeling particularly inspired, so perhaps I could do worse than post a photo of a clock, even if it’s only a dandelion clock.
That’s it for today. I hope to do better tomorrow.
monday
Wind paunches the belly
of a wifebeater;
blue-black denims drip.
The kitchen drain belches suds
and she ponders ironing
white collars.
Here in the UK, it’s not just an ordinary washing-day Monday, it’s a bank holiday. I don’t know if I’m allowed to call it May Day, or whether I have to use the more diffident Early May bank holiday.
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