Rose Bay Willow Herb

“On the breeze my fluff is blown;/so my airy seeds are sown”. I think about the Rose Bay Willow Herb flower fairy every time I see a clump of the glorious pink flowers.  Well not every time as there is, these days a lot of it, I think in Cicely Mary Barker’s pre-war time it was more rare.  V finds it an endlessly amusing name but can never retain it so this year,  as we arrived in Scotland he was disappointed to find he’d finally got it but it wasn’t quite out and so kept exclaiming ‘but where is the RBWH?’   And then he was amazed to see it by the front gate when we got back.  

All of this was running through my head on my walk at lunchtime as I went a different route than usual and saw other flowers on the edge of the farmland rather than the sparser flowers in the now dense woodland. There were also masses of Great Willow Herb, doing well alongside rain filled ditches, the biggest thistles which I must look up, hogweed and quite a lot of ragwort.  Supersized wild flowers. 

Busy day in the office with a long zoom on publicity with the BBC.  

V was in London and in the afternoon the rain absolutely hammered down for about two hours.  I drove over to Mum’s to pick up some things and she was on great form with her finger out of its bandage and largely healed.  

Shockingly we wrapped a year ago and the show isn’t finished!