Breezy Sussex sets the scene, but with its freshest salty air, intense coastal light, chalky hills, these exciting and wild, natural freedoms, give love the greatest chance of success in a local flower’s life and to take the consuming task of progressing love all the way.
The Everlasting Love of Yew
At the St Nicholas Garden of Rest, love on these hills have been proven to last through the centuries. The most solid oak and yew in this public garden are testament to its infinity as they overlook the horizon towards the sea.
Over the centuries, in learning the art of seeding and watching life come and go, the trees have even become generous, as well as patient. As a result, love blossoms a trillion-fold here.
Amongst the acorns, the passions of youthful love seeded many other worthy meanings of goodness. Today, it is with the watchful and wise authority as the mighty oaks and yews oversee the garden, in how they frequently use their power to anchor their roots towards the surface of the topsoil, for use as shelter and homestead for younger plants to establish themselves, but with independence.
Passion’s Freedom or Chaos?
On this particular sunny day, was it effect of responsible freedom or unbounded chaos amongst the sprouting plants in the Rest Garden? Hard to tell, except that just touching this second week of February, it was time for late Winter to recognise the power of lengthening daylight, because it was obvious that passion was awakening very quickly at the top of Clifton Street.
Channelled through new, but straggly stems, this urge was now racing everywhere to move towards the light in its travels, not quite knowing where to go or how to get there, but such is the signal for seeking direction and structure from others.
For this worthy motive, there are two influences at work, wrapped as one to help complete the task. Always when Passion looks earnestly to find its way with its burst of energy, it is instinctively guided to defy gravitational force and obliged to grow upwards. It will be attracted to, and be pulled by, the natural magnetism of the Earth which surrounds it. It can not go against the grain on this. These are two universal principles.
And then when rest is found and when allowed the space and the peace, the progress happens. Here, close by the gate wells, the softest pinky red stems and fronds of the ground loving anemones can be found. Theirs is the comfort of partnership, reliance, but also reliability. In life, this is all they need to know. Obedient to the cause, roots downwards, the corms will journey their senses through the earth. And then, once they are all mapped underground, then they can then travel upwards, through the air, “stems up”, together. No other creatures are able to travel vertically downwards and upwards at the same time, plus the horizontal leaf growing and opening and closing of the head. It is all a feat of a life’s work. (And they say that plants have no ambition or have ever done a full day’s work in their lives.)
Thank goodness that least the anenomes know it is exactly right, that where they will be, they will always stay. There is no wandering from this spot, no hanky panky. Travel happens underground. That is why all flowers are born in perfect position. Here, the two anenomes are in situe. They are placed to be opposite but to complement each other entirely, because in life there is a wider scheme of “things”.
“Things” are always for consideration.”Things” are maintained with silent understanding, because sometimes “things” are just simply meant to be. No need for the wasteful pursuit of over-energetic questionning on why.
And when “things” can just be, this pleases the anemones. They know they have been well designed to suit their life ‘s purpose.
Depending on Nature’s compass, an anemone will take its time to emerge from the earth. It must feel and understand the cool and moist air channels from all directions to accommodate itself for its future.
As slow an emergence is best, lest a disaster happens for a flower head to lose its petals early. If this happens, this would surely cause a predicament and possibly even an unfortunate disagreement between flowers. That would not do. But it is always made very clear, that there are no replacement wigs for a petal-less anemone. The loss of a fine head of colour and shelter through haste, wind or rain, is permanent.
Up to now, certainly, an early balding is never in fashion for the flora. So a story from young anemones to acorns, is that in Regency Brighton, whilst wigs were popular in the C18th amongst the aristocracy, it was viewed with the loudest silence of disdain amongst the flowers. Even the roots communicated the same message that overdressing one’s head can look foolish on an everyday basis, especially when windy on the coast.
From the distant hills to the city’s Pavilion Gardens, all the C18th plants knew that this was, but vanity, and not intelligent resourcefulness.
Boughed XXXs from Japonica of CliftonTerrace
At the end of the walk overlooking the sea, on Clifton Terrace overlooking the Garden of Rest, a blossoming Japonica crossed its branches in a X. This was considered a little flirtatious by those nearby trees of grandeur, the Oak and the Yew, but Japonica always saw itself as a late Winter screen starlet type, and of course, being also pink and with many blossoms in February, it is found to be more than a little gushing in its floral expressions.
A few doors away, a fading Brighton Rose, maintained a remarkable complexion all through the Winter. Not faded love, but sustained beauty. But together, the flora all around the St Nicholas Rest Garden and the terraces, were united in their chosen music for today’s Sunday teatime and in their afternoon reading.
The music for Valentine Sunday afternoon 2015, would be“Venus – Bringer of Peace” by Gustav Holst, performed by the LSO – the London Symphony Orchestra
And favourite reading?
To remember the vanity of humans past in Regency Brighton
“A Short History of Wigs”
(What else would make the flora laugh..?)
© 2015 La Floralie