Honesty (its Latin name is Lunaria) has self seeded right through the dustiest border in the garden, offering a generous flowery white skirt to the new red leaves of the Cotinus Coggyria, the smoke tree. Soon a dark blue clematis will join the party, weaving through the branches.
The honesty came out of nowhere. I didn't consciously plant the seeds.
Watching this 'stuff' happen in the flower beds is like reading Fiona Robyn's new novel 'The Blue Handbag' as it unfolds sentence by sentence. Her book gently records the life of its main character, Leonard, an unassuming gardener mourning the death of his wife Rose. It's a mystery story.
Honesty cannot help but come out bright and white, and I'm anticipating the slow dawning of truth that will appear on the page, as it always does in the end.
Sunday, 3 May 2009
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2 comments:
Oh, I'm looking forward to reading it... I will be getting The Letters shortly by post!
A lovely little post today...
:)
This post alone is beautifully written!
~ Wendy
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