Walking blog: The philosophy of walking

My favourite stitchwort story is that it does indeed cure stitches. In a concoction. Add acorns and wine with the flower and voila. Personally I would ditch the acorns and stitchwort and just go for a couple of bottles of a good French red. After that you won’t care what ailment afflicted you prior to the first cork.

Everyone has their definitive colour of Spring. From the emerging verdant green foliage finally welcoming a new season of growth to the early yellows of celandine, primrose and daffodil. Maybe, he says cynically, it is the imagined blue of the sky, the presumed promise of a greyless future, from which we have emerged in the more recent short and cold season. The bluebells? Go on tell me they’re mauve and I am being pedantic.

My personal colour scheme is a combination. I obviously missed my vocation as an interior decorator. It is the pink, blue and white of the May hedgerow. Campion, waning bluebells and Greater Stitchwort. Sigh! I can hear the intensifying melee of competing insects working out the endless possibilities of visitations in their abstract endeavours.

In the tri-colour combination the campion has the ability to stand out, vibrant pink in its offering or it can pale to a washed out tint. The reason is an anomaly. It is one of the only plants I have heard of that can hybridise with its parents. White and red campion produce a variant of pink. This pink is fertile and can hybridise with it’s parent strain. So what pink is it today?

Bluebells were late this year but wasn’t everything? So my personal tri colour combo of Spring still abound into June. My favourite Spring colours. What’s yours?