Wednesday 2 May 2018

The big yellows ...

 Okay. I am now officially fed up with the weather. It feels more like February than May here in London. And in my book that's bad - really, really bad. 😣

So morose did the weather make me feel today that I went burrowing into my photo archive for solace. And that's where the big yellows came in ...

The other day, on the garden square, just outside our front door in Spain, there were a crop of the most amazing dandelions.They're not real dandelions, like the every day ones we have here in the UK. They're some kind of exotic chrysanthemum dandelions. Okay, okay ... I'll 'fess up: I really haven't got a clue what they are. They just look like they must be related to the dandelion. Moreover at this time of the year they're all over the place, and they're absolutely fabulous. I don't know how they'd work in a salad, but then given that the garden square where I found these beauties is the neighbourhood's unofficial dog toilet, I'm not sure that I'd want to give them a try.

And here's the thing: I went down to the bakery in the morning to get some bread for the troops' breakfast. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and I simply couldn't walk past these beautiful weeds - for that my friends is how they're regarded by the locals. To me they were irresistible. As A A Milne once said: Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

I'll confess that I've been seriously tempted to dig a few of these chaps up and bring them back to grow in my London garden, where I'd be happy to get to know them really well, and tell everyone who'd listen that they were flowers.

I hopped around a bit, found a few different varieties of my Costa Brava Dandelions, snapped a load of photos with my phone and caused some bemusement to the locals, who must have wondered what I was up to.

I spent the rest of the day doing my thing and then, when it was time to take the WonderDog for his final walk before bed, I headed down to the square again. I was greeted by the unmistakable smell of cut grass, and I noticed how some wisps of fallen green were scattered over the footpath. It took me a moment or two to process the evidence: all my lovely flowers were gone. All had been chopped down in their prime by the lawn mower.

At the risk of sounding like a diva: I felt put out. They had been glorious. I wonder if the mower man even noticed them as he was wielding his blade. And then I thought that there was a moral to be snatched from the carnage: enjoy the moment cos' nobody knows what's round the corner. Just when you're feeling invincible there's always someone waiting in the shadows with the potential to fell your dandelion 👀.

All the best for now,

Bonny x


  1. Oh, I so agree, weeds are flowers, too. And they are absolutely free! The thing I want to bring home is <a href='">thistle</a>, but my neighbors would want to shoot me.

  2. I like that AA Milne quote - I haven’t come across it before. Very pretty flowers, too. Spring has barely got going here - it is still cold most days and there are no leaves on the trees. Not a sign of any of my garden bulbs, apart from the ones which were lifted by the frost and rotted under the snow. Marie x