Worlds of time

I saw the first ripe blackberries today. Most are still in various stages of green and red yet but there will be increasing numbers of blackberries now. The white and red forms of the rosa rugosa are flowering again close to the old mill further up the lane and the spindly legged, delicate toadstools are showing themselves in the damp grass.

Greater plantain with the other name of rat’s tail plantain is thriving close to the field gate entrances. Horsetail, that ancient weed, nearby. Cabbage white butterflies are still fluttering over the fields and hedgerows in a rather drunken and haphazard way while thistledown has begun to disperse from the thistles,  carried gently by the breeze, and , weighted down by it seeds, parachuting to safe landings among the grasses.

One section of  moss covered stone wall looks just like a face. The ‘eyes’ and  ‘mouth’ are obviously holes that are homes for small animals.  Homes and hollows are everywhere. There is one under a tree which has a tunnel. All particularly visible in this dry weather. I feel sometimes as though I should be  Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit hole.  I could find out so much about these secret places!

Waiting for Rosie to sniff one of her favourite spots I noticed a snail slowly making its way up a stalk. There are so many different aspects of time and space. Each inhabitant of the lane has a different world, a different timescale.

What I think is wild angelica is producing tall flowerhead closer to the bottom of the lane and to the mill stream. It is very eye catching. Another eye-catching element  is a holly sapling half way up the lane, surrounded by hazel and ash. While the other trees bend and lean around and against each other, this holly stands absolutely straight guarding its side of the stream.

A Hazel Triquetra

Yesterday everything on the lane was dry and thirsty. The sky was lowering and there was a breeze through the trees making the leaves quiver and suggesting rain. Birds were silent. But the rain did not come until night fall.

The rain has been soft, not violent and flower breaking as it could have been. Plants, trees and grass look refreshed and colours more vibrant. The bramble flowers have become a blushing rose pink in the clear, fresher air and the mill stream is filling again.

Rosebay willow herb is now showing itself in the field of meadowsweet. Evidently Rosebay willowherb was also known as Bombed as it grew in the bomb sites during the war. It is a plant that grows on disturbed land which has earned it the other name of Fireweed as it is found in areas where there has been a forest fire.

There are now hazel nuts appearing more frequently. I’ve been wondering how much the drought would affect the hazel nuts, berries and other fruit as most plants look stressed. This hazel ‘triquetra’ is beautiful. While it can be seen to symbolise the Holy Trinity the triquetra can also be seen as the three stages of life or the earth, sea and sky. In any case the hazel in Celtic mythology  is a magical and protective tree or shrub – the tree of knowledge.