Posts Tagged ‘love-in-a-mist’

Study in blue

June 9, 2016 Leave a comment
Still life with love-in-a-mist

Still-life with love-in-a-mist

This is a still-life celebrating the colour blue.

There’s no flower quite as blue as love-in-a-mist (except when it’s white or pink because we have those colours in the garden as well).

It’s blue upon blue with the sapphire hues of the blue glass, and the sky above the lemon tree in the painting.

An indecisive spider

May 29, 2016 Leave a comment
Un-hedging its bets

Un-hedging its bets

This spider couldn’t seem to make up its mind.

It went up and down its thread, between the love-in-a-mist I’d picked and which was now in a vase, and the table.

Finally it settled for the flower.

The photo may well show it just detaching its thread.

Blue tide

May 21, 2016 Leave a comment
Buds and flowers crowd over the path

Buds and flowers crowd over the path

A blue tide is creeping through the flowerbeds – even among the raspberries because I don’t have the heart to weed it out.

The love-in-a-mist season is beginning.


April 8, 2016 Leave a comment

Love-in-a-mist root wrapped around a wild carrot

Pulling little wild carrot plants out of the flower bed, it’s easy to grab hold of a love-in-a-mist seedling by mistake as the leaves are very similar.

I was annoyed with myself when a love-in-a-mist plant came up in my hand.

Then I looked at what had been going on in the soil and realised why.

The love-in-a-mist root had wrapped itself lovingly around the wild carrot – the two were inseparable!

Stony ground

January 29, 2016 Leave a comment
Ill-found hope

Optimistic sweet pea seedling

I spotted this sweet pea seedling today.

It’s growing in the crack between a manhole cover and the rest of the pavement that surrounds the house.

It looks as healthy and well-developed as any other in the soil of the flowerbed, but I’m afraid its days will be numbered.

Sooner or later a careless foot will scuff it out, along with the smaller love-in-a-mist seedling that’s keeping it company.

Either that, or it will dry up when rainwater no longer slides across the tiles and collects round its roots.

At that point the welcoming little pocket it’s inhabiting will prove to be stony ground.