Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 25 May 2014
John just posted up a picture of a fabulous Laburnum tree in full blossom, and it reminded me that I took this picture of the blue bush at The Bell recently. I am not competing with him, honest.
I don't know what this bush/shrub is called, but I am sure one of you will tell me. There is a period of Springtime when the predominant colour is a fabulous blue, thanks to these plants, Bluebells, Wisteria and a few others. I think of it as the 'blue period'.
There used to be a good example of this at IFORD MANOR! (just wondering what's happened to the Hattatts - they've gone a bit quiet recently), and we enjoyed looking at it along with the Wisteria every Spring, but since last year, it hasn't been there.
Knowing that plants don't normally get up and walk away, I am guessing that it has been deliberately uprooted, which is a bit of a shame. I think I might know the person who did this too, so maybe he had his reasons and I could ask him.
People moan about British weather, but I don't think I could happily live in a country which does not have four definable seasons. Shivering your wet arse off for nine months of the year is almost worth it just for Springtime, even if you shiver it off for the remaining three months as well.
It's all relative. I worked in Florida during the sweltering Summer, then went back in January to finish the job, when the temperature had dropped to a pleasant 70 degrees. Everyone was wandering around shivering and clutching themselves with both arms. Ironically, I was there to build a massive fireplace, and I wondered why they would need one at all in Florida, even in the 'Winter'.
Egypt is another country where nothing much changes, and the Spring is only evident by the meagre blossom on the palm trees.
When I was there, everybody was terrified about the Secret Police - they probably still are - and the Secret Policemen could be spotted a mile away in a crowd, even though they wore civilian clothing.
The clothing they wore was identical to each other's and they always walked in pairs. It consisted of a thick, tweed overcoat and a woollen bobble-hat.
It would have been startling enough to see one person in a crowd wearing this attire in 95 degree heat, but two together was more than a coincidence.