The dance of the mayflies: imagine a life of just one day

It is a still day by the riverbank. The water meadows are strewn with tall, creeping meadow buttercups reflecting a soft, shimmery haze. It feels hot and sultry.   I kneel amidst the yellowness and watch for a while... It is the month of May; summer is just around the corner when the hawthorn is in …

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After the rains

After the warmest, driest April that I can ever remember, I found myself yearning for rain.  The ground was hard and dry and impossible to garden, and my spring flowers already looked spent.  Then, at last, the rain comes. Dark, enormous cumulous clouds loom over the rooftops.  I think of my Mother. She had spent …

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“There is a plant that shall be mine, tis the little celandine”

I recall William Wordsworth as banks of these bright yellow stars mark the transition from Winter to Spring. Most people think that his favourite flowers were daffodils, but in actual fact, they were the celandines of which he wrote so fondly. Lesser celandines are part of the buttercup family (ranunculus ficaria), and are renowned for …

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