When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick p of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
Mary Olivier “August”
Beautiful photo by @hillaryhorvathflowers
I hadn’t seen this Ravilious piece (The Carnation House) before, although I knew some of his other greenhouse paintings
…and then a few days after seeing a picture of it I ended up in a similar scene at the Birmingham botanic gardens
which also had these splendid cacti and a troupe of peacocks. Life imitating art, June 2019.
I recently came across Hilton Carter in the most annoying way – by missing his talk at the Garden Museum. Not only did he launch his gardening book “Wild at heart” in this gorgeous greenhouse in Baltimore:
he’s also into fiddle leaf figs, which is music to a hipster like me. Check out his Instagram for more useful tips and gardening hints.