Fern spiders, Kilmore, Isle of Skye.
© S. Marian
'…all around the blooming heather, will you go lassie go?'
I’m overcome by the colours just now, the hills clad in the most glorious array or purples and hot pinks. The heather has a beautiful slightly woody, with a hint of honey sweetness, scent. I’ve picked it, photographed it, pressed and admired it and still, nothing quite captures the beauty of it.
Photo credit © S. Marian, the hills, somewhere between Portree and Sligachan.
Along the banks of the great sea loch, the Rosebay Willowherb was already starting to flower. Algy perched on a rock beside the bright flowers, and watched the mists lifting and swirling around the hills on the other side of the loch, as the sun tried to break through the gaps between the clouds.
I live in the middle of the Pacific rainforest and with the weather conditions of late (long dry days) and occasional rain, things grow, and grow and grow. I took the photo on the left during a visit to a lovely garden. The water lily is pleasingly framed by the profusion of green leaves, the colours are vivid and beautiful. You might be wondering why the slightly blurred photo on the right though? You might think this a less impressive botanic specimen, but you’d be wrong. This is a view of a room inside my house, at carpet/skirting board level. That’s right, there’s a plant from outside, making it’s way into my house. In fact, to the left of this photo, there’s another coming in just under the window sill. You have to admire the relentless drive of things to grow, plants or people, even in the least hospitable conditions. It takes much more energy to hold something/ or someone back, than it does just to allow growth.
Bluebells, wild garlic and a path to heaven as far as I’m concerned.
(Clan Donald woodland walk, Southern Skye)
Some more gratuitous sea thrift, this at Arisaig; sandwiched between Fort William (‘the outdoor capital of the Highlands’ and home to the mighty Ben Nevis) and Magnificent Morar - place of singing sands and miles and miles of peace.
Algy travelled on a little further, until he reached a spot overlooking the old castle in the great sea loch. Huge masses of golden gorse covered the headland, so he decided to make a bed out of the soft, perfumed flowers. That night Algy dreamed of a tropical island, full of the exotic fragrance of spiced coconut!
Oh Algy, you are a robust fellow to be among the prickly gorse!
If this bluetit’s behaviour is any indication, Spring is not far. There are no blue tits here to herald the coming of the warmth, no snowdrops nor bluebells in my garden. Instead the squirrels are the advance party, running back and forth along the overhead line.
My thoughts this weekend are circling around and down into the root of an idea, simple and known to us all. It’s to do with the recurrent problems we face in our lives, whether it be procrastination, avoidance of something, a need to change our lifestyle or some other challenge. Most people, myself included, weave around the issue trying different strategies that are largely superficial. I know a few people on a diet and this is a good example. They have all found diets that promise ‘to change their lives.’ Each one is spending a lot of time thinking about food, and planning, weighing and analysing through willing hardship. The more extreme the scheme, the more dramatic the deprivation, the happier they seem. It’s like they want to punish themselves. Not one of them has been compelled to dig deep and find out what lies at the root, the reason for their problem in the first place. I’m not purporting to have the answers to weight loss, but I am saying that treating anything superficially that is deeply rooted will only ever yield superficial results. Personally, I like digging, and seeking the ungarnished truth at the heart of a matter. Any gardener will tell you, it’s all about what lies in the soil.