At this time each year, our garden is visited by fluff. Hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of bits of fluff. It is from dandelion clocks. They all set sail across the fields and alight on our garden. We are a popular destination.
It can look like there has been a frost or a light dusting of snow. Or as though a flock of sheep came to visit, and rubbed their fleece against the fence.
It is a wonder we are not buried in dandelions later in the year. We get our share, but not the baby-boom you would expect.
We have other fluffy things. Baby peaches. They are more fluff than peach. But don’t patronise them. They still have their stinger/syringe/space probe at the ready.
There are also quince nests. I have to stand on tippy toes to see these as they are held aloft.
Do you remember the walnut? It was looking just a little bit scuzzy when it featured in Peach Fuzz. Well now we know what happens if you let your dangly bits go manky. They fall off.
I am sorry to say that the walnut does not clean up his stubble. It is lying at his feet.
But that’s not all from the walnut! Yesterday I noticed these:
Aren’t they amazing? Kind of like pineapples, kind of like gourds. Or maracas! Tropical kitsch. How does one tree produce so much entertainment?
The Judas tree has largely shed its blossom. What remains is dry and crispy and really satisfying to rub off with your thumb. It has these rather lovely new leaves. It’s not screaming to be looked at any more and will be happy to fade into the background and let other trees take centre-stage.
We have our first rose of the season. It is always our Mystery climbing rose, which we inherited with the house. The first few blooms are always more pink than subsequent pale peachy blooms, but this year he has outdone himself.
This rose displays unusual behaviour. I know from previous years this bloom will fade to a more typical colour in a few days, and subsequent blooms will be paler. But I applaud the experimentation.
So I suppose the theme this week is, don’t judge a book by its cover. Or a plant by its description. A weed by its reputation. Bits of fluff are multi-dimensional and add interest to the garden too.
Do you have any oddly behaved plants? I also have a lupin which produces both blue and pink flowers. I love a bit of neuro-diversity and stereotype-busting.