Rainbow landscape lV
. . . And at this point my memory card declared itself full. (Note to self: kill Computer Man, who promised that there was space for twice as many photos on this card.) I was trying for bee photos; the little beggars move around and I was hoping for a shot of several bees in the same frame. The entire field was not merely humming but roaring with bees, and there were a good half dozen distinct kinds, big fat ones and delicate slender ones and ones that looked nervous-makingly like wasps–noticeably different even to a bee know-nothing like me. (Mirasol of CHALICE would have had more to say.) And after I got a shot of several different kinds of bee all companionably going about their business on adjacent flowers I wanted to get a shot of the long row of bee houses set by the side of the field. But I couldn’t. So you’ll have to imagine that part.
Rainbow landscape, lll
But I’m not sure I’d believe it if I weren’t the one who took the photos. The bit I’m leaving out is that we had to go back, because the first day I didn’t have the camera with me. This is a walk out beyond the old house, and I don’t ordinarily get that far all that often. But this was so extraordinary that I had to come back with the camera. Hellhounds thought it was a good idea too.
Rainbow landscape, ll
. . . Flax? I thought, dubiously. Flax is usually a steelier blue.
No. Comfrey. * It’s well known in green-gardening circles as a good thing to grow** because it both cheers the soil up and makes terrific compost (it also makes a terrific tonic tisane for your plants if you can bear the smell of it steeping) but I’ve never seen it grown large scale like this, presumably for the same purpose.
* Or borage. See comments, if you’re feeling strong.
**Comfrey is also well known in herbalist and homeopathic circles as a wound-healer and bone-knitter.
Rainbow landscape
After a day of exploding printers and crashing internet connections–which I began on the wrong foot by oversleeping–and then bringing the wrong memory stick with me to the mews tonight to write an entry from–I remembered that I’d never posted these photos and decided I didn’t have to fall on my sword after all.
So hellhounds and I were out walking about ten days ago and I looked out across the way we were going and there was this purple field. . . .
. . . for you to go out and look for it.
It was, however, raining again by the time we got back to the car.