06-12-2021, 11:45 AM
I nick cuttings from wild plants and roadsides. I know, it's thieving, and I am a criminal who should be locked up.
But, I claim insanity as a defence, I just cannot resist that swaying branch of something lovely bashing me in the head as I travel the roads and byways. This past month it has been the star jasmine and the honeysuckle that tempt me with their seductive perfume, and there are sprays in jars of water here and there in the flat, scenting the ages for surprisingly long times. And there are the odd sprig of plumbago in among them. No flowers at this time of year, but the colour is one I have to add to the garden, so, I pinched a few heeled twigs of that too.
And this morning, I checked the oldest jar, and sure enough, tiny root buds are showing. My wickedness is being rewarded...
But, I claim insanity as a defence, I just cannot resist that swaying branch of something lovely bashing me in the head as I travel the roads and byways. This past month it has been the star jasmine and the honeysuckle that tempt me with their seductive perfume, and there are sprays in jars of water here and there in the flat, scenting the ages for surprisingly long times. And there are the odd sprig of plumbago in among them. No flowers at this time of year, but the colour is one I have to add to the garden, so, I pinched a few heeled twigs of that too.
And this morning, I checked the oldest jar, and sure enough, tiny root buds are showing. My wickedness is being rewarded...