Perhaps you may remember how excited I was last year to watch a luminous purple poppy grow and bloom in a patch of rubble in our garden-to-be last year? And how carefully I caught and stored its seed in the autumn?
Well, I sowed a handful of the seed this spring in a seed tray, and it germinated strongly. I pricked a dozen out, but then left them languishing in their cells rather too long before they finally went into the ground last month, only a foot high, to briefly flare with small brilliant flowers. But some of those seedlings I pressed into the earth around the dormant leucanthemum clump, while they were still barely showing their true leaves, and let them take their chances.
Lately I couldn’t fail to see several stems of the pale lettuce-leafed plants growing strong and tall beside the daisies, and even as I took my end-of-July pictures on Sunday I smiled at the fat green buds that danced three feet or more above the ground.
On Monday morning, I drew back the curtains to a grey wet morning, but immediately my eye was caught by two vivid splashes of purple in the gloom below me, and within minutes I had snatched up my camera and made my way into the garden to capture their beauty.
Their heady bursts of colour amid the lacy heads of ammi majus catch my eye every time I have walked up or down the garden this week, turning my head.
The following morning, two more vivacious blooms unfurled almost as I watched, on the other side of the daisies.
Already the first pepper-pot seed heads are revealed, young and green, where the petals have fallen in the wind and showers of this week, while further buds bow their heads patiently awaiting their turn.
Yet each time I pass, there are still two or three flares of purple either side of the blazing mound of daisies, singing amid the ammi majus and the quieter pinks of echinacea and cosmos which come and go beside them.
Better be careful this year, King of the Hill casually remarked, not to let them self-sow too freely, or we’ll be over-run next summer. This image spread a large smile across my face. I should think we’ll be okay, I said, still smiling. Picturing that.