…in the grove of things that just hold on…
A shot of greenery in my mother’s garden – epiphytic plants, stag’s horns, I think.
Epiphytes grow on trees but do not feed off them.
They rely on the host trees for support but without damaging them.
This is, I reckon, a good way to be.
…caught in streaming light…
‘Green On Green’
…I came to the garden for peace and softness – there was none to be found…
‘Down To The Water’
‘Framework For Lush’
“Tempted by the fruit of another
tempted but the truth is discovered
what’s been going on
now that you have gone
there’s no other
tempted by the fruit of another
tempted but the truth is discovered”
– Squeeze, ‘Tempted’
It’s been going on since Adam offered Eve off-the -menu fruit in the Garden of Eden.
And like an insect entering the above tropical plant, some forbidden things look alluring, but could lead to a sticky end.
The Squeeze song (still have the 45 single from back in the day!) was in the soundtrack to a movie I watched recently, and was played right at the end in a party scene, where are the characters nicely resolved all their sneaky affairs and tortuous relationships.
But that was a movie.
Tread carefully if tempted – sweet nectar is isn’t always what it appears…
…when one miracle of nature mimicks another…
Flora corner: Bird of Paradise (also called crane flower) plants seen on the weekend.
You either love or hate them, but they are striking and individualistic.
Mimicking a bird’s head with plumage or with petals like a bird in flight – take your pick – they make a statement of unique style that would be the envy of any fashionista.
Go with your own style I say – nobody totally inhabits it like you!
You either love them or hate them.
I find them beautiful.
Maybe because the danger factor makes them more alluring.
Perhaps because I can be a prickly bastard too…
The next line of the W.B. Yeats poem featured in the previous post The Widening Gyre goes like this:
“Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”.
This tropical themed garden features tigerish striped bromeliads, some with sharp points and serrations and is altogether an explosion of chaotic shapes and colours in every direction; botanic flares and shrapnel, an anarchic sprawl.
No neat flowerbeds planted in rows – here there is the sense of the wild and uncontrolled world that Yeats was on about .
Admittedly it was a bright, sunny morning when I walked by this succulent plant hanging down a wall, but just not in that sort of mood right now, sorry, so thought it should get the antique Victorian goth-y pattern makeover…much better!
Repetition in nature, exponential pinkness.
The flowers aren’t bored(refer the previous post)by it; neither is the feeding bee (bonus prize for spotting it!).
The bloom of the NZ-endemic toetoe grass feels right as my non -religious symbol for Easter time – soft and feathery but standing defiant in the crisp breeze, flexing and then returning to position -incandescent gold in the late afternoon sun. Gorgeous….something about them lifts the spirit.
After yesterday’s post featuring crops in old tyres,here is a shot taken last week of plants out of their usual place.
Rather eyecatching vertical garden of ferns,epiphytes and other non-foliage dropping lovelies built into a wall of the building from which you enter Auckland’s main train station.Mirror glass,which can be pretty awful and impersonal,gives a cool kaleidoscopic effect,and magnifies the small airborne jungle.Architectural thumbs up from me anyway(not that I know much).
The feature does give out a tranquil,calming aura in the midst of urban perpetual motion,as its creators have indeed suggested – but let’s face it, plants don’t give a f**k whether you’re running late for work or your train…
The kakaho (flowering stems) of the native NZ toetoe plant caught in the late afternoon sunlight.