September winds meet Jasmine falling
Loquat in a 2nd luteal phase
Loquat + Violet + Clivers are a tempting trio
In morning sun Angelica grows fuller
Parsley Spiders of Regent, the same as in Fairfield.
The Tiny Bittersweet is afoot, green siliqua upright antenna, musk halo on white flos
Lawn strewn Veronica
those in the winter-shades are losing petals now
meanwhile, in sunny spots new season hatchlings are emerging; and quite distant from their winter-shade elders.
The full moon yesterday; the winter folk of Veronica found moist dark soils; the seasonal hatchlings do not fall close to the tree and have taken up fallow tenancies in recently disturbed and depleted clay soils; turned and weeded of its buffalo and couch grasses. These soils where yarrow leaves grow purple and wither; are a place where Angelica thrives into its second year with neighbours of thyme, beets, kale and Withania. Roma tomato’s thrive; Blueberries struggle; True pipperita with rich chocolatey veins grows fiercely. In mid-winter the mint disappeared most suddenly, to emerge again 4 weeks later, at the half moon emerging with a greater footprint than before. At the full moon I planted Coriander to pair the two in sauce.
Fumitory galore – standing out all week – is it arriving earlier? or more abundantly than years before? The lockdown tassle.
Chickweed racing to flower
Plantain stout lances
Capsella growing pale
Viola leaping fences
Privet never ending
Such was the the alley today
Wooly grapes are in flower
Capsella braclets are green and full
Elder flos near ending
Ashwa berries lingering
Flos & siliqua
Sisymbrium officinale? Hirschfeldia incana ?
From Regent to the river.
The Morning glory heralds the train
Castors are drying, thumb prints fading
Conyza colonies – ready to float. Amphoteric riddle.
Bags of pissy walls; seeking classification; mongst azoturic neighbours
Viola sprawling – door knockers; stained glass; weeping cherry silver birch
Cottage white roses – beetles not birds
Wormwood. Visions versus coma.
Nut Sedge the Golden; beware lime, paths and pavers.
Mullein is rattling and chattering; ready to roll.
Fat Hen ganders; growing tallest against the north walls
White bells; to ripe fruits; Nightshade
Sonchus tips and veins are pruple – ponder phosphorus – does it curdle?
Geranium flowers, bring scrunched up faces; is its doctrine of disdain?
Rose of Sharon. Malva, hibiscus, silky petals, monk wine tales
Spurge – superstition on the path;
Of Yellow Gowan.
Shaggy white tufts in Preston today
Sepals tight, stout in height, deep green the lions teeth
Oh’ piss-a-bed, a bald monks head, milk witch, a doon-head-clock
Where wind-a-blow, i see you grow
Buckwheat, Lavendula and Tansy in flower
Crataegus fruit are dark and drying, Olives ripening
Sandy soil has sage, geranium and mint