Witch Hazel

How can it be so long since I last posted? Already, the darkest days of the year have passed, making way for tentative signs of spring.

I saw this witch hazel last weekend when we went for a rare family stroll in the park. Beautiful wisps and shreds of yellow, and a surprisingly strong, sweet fragrance.

Witch Hazel (Hamamelis)

Ephemeral

Salvaged from a supermarket. They’d been kept out of water and seemed likely to wither before the flowers had even opened. I thought the least I could do would be to record their evanescent beauty in a photograph or two. Or attempt to, anyway.

We didn’t grow tulips at home when I was a child. They didn’t last long enough; the petals fell off, disappointingly; cool, elegant flowers which were never granted enough time. Now I can see that their transience is part of their wonder.

They’re gone already. Here they were: