All Saints church, Ash, beech, bramble, common reeds, cow parsley, Down the Garden Path by Beverley Nichols, Holly, ivy, January, muddy lanes, primrose, St Margaret South Elmham church, Suffolk, walking, white bryony, white deadnettle, Winter Heliotrope
Let me take you back to the 1st of January…….
We don’t celebrate New Year in this house; we usually (but not always) stay up till midnight on New Year’s Eve, listen to fireworks being let off in the surrounding farms and villages and then make our way to bed. We have a relaxed New Year’s Day with a late breakfast and then watch/listen to the New Year’s Day Concert from Vienna on the kitchen TV while we read, drink coffee, do the ironing, chat, think about lunch etc. Often, we go for a walk and this year yes, we went for a walk.
We left it too late to travel to a place to walk so we set off from the front door and did our usual circuit of the lanes round St. Margaret village.
Richard and I enjoy this walk as it is familiar, is only a couple of miles and gives us plenty to look at.
I enjoyed seeing the bright pink and apricot colours on this leaf while many of the other leaves were still green. The stems of bramble are grey and lavender and very prickly.
I love the muted shades of the countryside in winter.
Winter Heliotrope has the most delicious scent! On a mild winter’s day the air is filled with its sweet perfume. It is an invasive alien and takes over large areas of hedgerow to the detriment of all the native plants but…. nothing else has such bright green leaves and such flowers at this time of year. One of the books I am reading currently is ‘Down the Garden Path’ by Beverley Nichols written in 1932. He enthuses about Winter Heliotrope!
‘If you want to begin with something that is quite foolproof, you cannot do better than invest in a few roots of Petasites fragrans which has the pretty English name of winter heliotrope. Some people sneer at the winter heliotrope. They say the flower is dingy, and that the roots have abominable habits, being inclined to spread indiscriminately into the garden next door. The people next door should be grateful if the roots do spread into their garden. For the flower is not dingy at all … it is a little pale and humble … that is all. Besides, one does not grow the winter heliotrope for its beauty of form. One grows it for its beauty of scent. It has a most exquisite fragrance. If you cut it and carry it indoors it will scent a whole room.’
As many of you will have realised, I have been trying to catch-up with all of your posts. I considered missing all the posts out and just starting afresh but then I found I needed to know what you have been up to for the past few weeks. I wanted to admire all your photos and read your poems and stories. I haven’t commented very often for which I apologise, but I have definitely read all you have written and I have enjoyed it all! I am nearly caught up and I will be back to commenting regularly again.