This week, we’re getting a new prime minister (Borish Johnson), and an old one (Tony Bliars) is on the radio explaining how terrible his plans are. I could fling the radio out of the window but instead I’ll blog about flowers.
Here’s a selection of homegrown flowers in a vase on Monday. Taking a little time out to enjoy selecting, cutting and arranging flowers is a wonderful displacement activity, that I’d highly recommend it as a hobby. There may be a war coming soon where men argue about shipping vast tankers of fossil fuels around the world. Here’s some sweet william, in a vase with hebe.
Sharing pictures of those vases with bloggers around the world is a marvellous way to brighten the day, and enjoy the privileged position of political inaction. This is fine for a while, as you can’t be angry all the time.
Whatever political nonsense occurs, the flowers still bloom, and with many varieties the more you pick the more they’ll produce new buds as they try to set seed. Sweetpeas are one such plant. Cheap, cheerful and easy to grow, the ideal sweetpea for flower arranging has perfect long stems. These, however, had wibbly, tiny stems, but still look sweet on the kitchen windowsill.
A famous professor called Jordon Peterson said you must get your own house in order before criticising others. So mop the kitchen floor before you go out to smash the patriarchy and block the roads.
Hydrangea is a classic cottage garden flower, which reacts to its conditions by changing colour. In alkaline conditions, flowers are pink.
In normal circumstances, most people are quite nice, and don’t set out to do evil things. Even the leader of British Petroleum has grandchildren who argue with him about climate catastrophe, although unfortunately his response fell short of what’s needed. Instead of calling an immediate halt to all new extraction, and developing an urgent ecological energy development and sunset programme for all fossil fuels, he made a light-hearted comment at a corporate dinner event.
This hydrangea is under a large pine tree. I’d expect these conditions to be acidic, resulting in blue flowers, but this is definitely pink which goes to show sometimes we know nowt about owt.
I’m not sure if I should share this blog post with Cathy and her lovely gang of garden bloggers, as it’s gone somewhat off the usual tone of ‘In a vase on Monday’ . 😉
Here’s a lovely little bronze jug of yarrow, pelargonium and pink hydrangea to lighten the mood.
My political action, such as it is, is to get involved with local groups planting trees and wildflowers. I drive less, I don’t fly, and try to buy responsibly. I used to work a lot and shop a lot, and now I work less and ‘be’ more. It’s an experimental plan to spend less time in the office and more in the garden, and see if its a happier life. Unlike a webpage, it can’t be A/B tested, so if there is an alternative version of me in an alternate universe still living in London and optimising Vogue’s webpages, I’d like to know how she’s doing. She almost certainly wouldn’t have the time to blog about flowers and BP on a Monday morning, and then go to a really silly dancercise class, although she would have the cash to buy the greenhouse I want.
She’d be more involved in the capitalist construct than I am, and I don’t think she’d like that so much. So while I wish alternate, corporate Jen all the very best, I think, on balance, that I’m happy to be in this timeline with its abundant flowers and forthcoming boogie time.