I only have a few strawberry plants in the garden. It’s so exciting when the fruit starts to ripen and we can eat some. Right on time for next week’s Wimbledon!
I always think this is a wonderful name for a flower. I hadn’t seen them for years (or perhaps I just hadn’t been looking), but noticed these in a small local garden centre. They immediately brought back memories of my dad’s garden. He certainly grew them one year; I don’t remember seeing them there regularly. However, I do have a somewhat unpleasant memory of looking inside one of the perfect, bell-shaped blooms only to recoil at the sight of a thickly woven web with a crabbed black spider crouching inside it. That could explain why they disappeared off my radar.
Their appearance is astounding: rich, blue, glazed flowers and that impressive (I nearly said striking) shape. They need a name which combines tradition, beauty and joy. And they have one: Canterbury Bells (Campanula medium) also known as the bell flower. Apparently they were supposed to represent gratitude, or faith and constancy. I’m grateful to have found them again!
I hope to grow some next year. That spider has frightened me for long enough!