On our last walk outdoors we visited a local garden that has reopened to the public following closure due to coronavirus. Outdoor attractions seem to have the current advantage with the pandemic and rules over face masks. I certainly feel safer going outdoors than indoors anywhere at the moment, regardless of how much PPE people are covered in.
Things were slightly different to pre-covid19, we had to pre book before arriving at our designated time slot and then social distancing was advised throughout the area, although not always adhered to. There were arrows on the ground in an attempt at a one way system and most of the park area was closed for the children. Nothing felt awkward or over done.
We took hundreds of photographs along the way of beautiful plants, fairies, water birds and wooden sculptures. Here are just a couple of examples:
Not even the ferocious mosquitoes and gnats could put us off hiding under a tree to have our sandwiches, crisps and warm drinks whilst overlooking the lake and watching others, sitting at tables trying to pretend the rain wasn’t bothering them.
Towards the end of our time there we meandered through the flower gardens where there are maze-like paths through different coloured plants. Many were so overgrown I had no chance of getting my wheelchair through them, but Miss G was an excellent assistant when it came to getting photographs of flowers out of my reach.
One particular area caught my attention. There was a bush full of these flowers (see above). They were in various stages of bloom and reminded me of dandelion clocks. (that reminds me- I must look into whether a dandelion clock becomes a yellow dandelion flower).
Each flower was protected by the seed ball which then peeled open to further its species, revealing this awesome sight. Seeing the petals curled up like this reminded me of nests, mother animals creating a safe and sheltered environment for their young, scaring off predators or interfering guests (don’t pretend you don’t understand that one). The bold and uninviting looking ‘spikes’ to keep potential danger away until they are ready to fend for themselves and accept visitors not dissimilar to a bitch growling, a snake hissing or a mother ignoring the front door and telephone.
It also made me think of the safety people feel within their own cocoon, be that alone or with friends and/or family. When the shit hits the fan, we all want to retreat to that cocoon of safety where we can count on support and rest to recuperate, gain strength and emerge when we are ready.
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