Thrifted Meadows.

May 2021. Puddle, Lanlivery, Cornwall.

My ambition for the walk; to pick a spring posie. To bring a little of that sunny feeling back into the house with me. One by one to fill to a bundle in my hand. Fingers pressed around green, fleshy life. My bouquet is a tumbling assortment of every different species I can find. I'm not trying for sophistication here, just good old-fashioned meadowy disarray. They wont last long, for the tenderness of them. Gaudy dandelion and delicate stitchwort. Hearty campion and dancing bluebell. This new, giant, invasive blue flowered plant I've yet to learn. I love its invasion! Years of Hebridean garden failures have made me in awe of anything which self-seeds and thrives, takes over and grows. Spring bursts here with a gentle urgency, the hedgerows suddenly full of flowers. Hedgerows and banks too tall to see over, closing in with ferned arms and pink campion faces. New species bloom each week, today I saw the first curly spindle of vetch. Joy: a posie of joy in my hand.