A handful of hops
foraged from the hedgerow as
I headed on home.
* hops collected on school run today. Now drying ready to be mixed with lavender and added to handstitched sleep pillows made of cotton. They smell divine.
*experimenting with haiku
The poppies have been a big success in our garden this year. A few, galiant stragglers, but most are now seedheads. I love to see the transformation. As they lose their petals and dry, the pepperpot holes are pulled open. Perfect for the featherweight seeds to escape and scatter.
I’m hopeful that there’ll be even more next year. In different parts of our garden too. The best way to ensure this dream? Present the seedheads to the youngest member of the family and leave him to do the rest.
This is the tale of hornet pie, filled with ….no, I’ll leave that part till the end.
I need to set the scene first. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know I find bugs and beetles fascinating. I even like the ones that most people would run a mile from. I see a place in this world for wasps and hornets, and even snails and slugs. Although the last one is more begrudgingly.