Wild

The wildflowers are blooming everywhere.   If I sit up straight and look out the window, I can see white achilleas waving in the curves of wildflowers on the edge of the lower terrace lawn.

And the seeds I sowed in the end part of the huge terrace beside the pool is flowering as well.   Cornflowers, poppies, linseeds, all sorts of delights.

I have trouble photographing them as the light is so strong, even at 730 in the morning.

And the yellow achillea Gold Plate just leap out of the sea of other wildflowers.   Swamping everything? Absolutely.   But I have come to admire their tenacity. The come back each year, stronger than ever, and go on much longer than any other plant.

I do try to move them about a bit when I remember, but so far I have only managed to get them well established on this one terrace.

They stand so proud and tall I really ought to try them on the terrace below the pool as well. I see a planning list coming along.

There is one yellow wilflower that I am struggling with.   Andrew gave me the name of this rather pernicious plant. I never notice it when it isn’t flowering as it’s a rather sweet sedum.   But as it’s called Acre in French, which means acrid, you can guess the colour.

And acrid yellow? Possibly. It probably has a more worthy reason for its name.

It is quite invading my beautiful santolinas in the calabert garden; and I really must do something about the carpet of flowers.

It just always seems to happen that I have other things on my list to do when I walk past and mutter darkly at them.

Perhaps this afternoon I can get out there and attend. But outside there is my least favourite weather event. Hot southery wind. Blustery and unpleasant and the perfect reason to hide indoors.   But I don’t need the flowering sedum to go wilder than it is right now.