May. It is my favourite month - three day weekends aplenty, an explosion of green, juicy growth where ever you turn in the garden or country lane and armfuls of my favourite blooms - cow parsley, mayflowers, bluebells and alliums. Not to mention baby moorhens and ducklings swimming in nervy pride down the stream at the bottom of the garden. And occasional t-shirt temperatures which means cups of coffee and with a bit of luck, whole meals in the garden again. Bliss.
This is the moment of the year for cow parsley, it festoons every local lane and foothpath, sometimes mingling with the white-flowered hawthorn in the hedges. The cow parsley umbels are one of nature's wonders, I love it so much it is the Wild Acre logo. The hawthorn is close to my heart too, and one of the first natural shapes I explored in silver. To have them both flowering their pretty heads off at the same time is double floral heaven for me!
It is something about the delicacy yet profusion of cow parsley - pure looking and yet rampantly growing, clearly strong but so finely cut, it seems impossibly exquisite and utterly simple at the same time. I really love the stuff!
Even the colour-drained silhouettes are tantalizingly, breathtakingly lovely, don't you think?
The hawthorn flowers are so pretty too, not as ethereal as the cow parsley, rooted firmly as they are on the strong branches of the May bushes. But the little creamy, spherical buds combined with the profusion of papery flowers and new green leaves are gorgeous in their own right.
When the hawthorn and cow parsley grow together, the effect is amazing, this lot is 30 seconds from my backdoor!
I will have to save the bluebells and alliums for another post, but in the meantime, hurray for May!