catching on

It’s not that I don’t like flowers – I do – Love In A Mist makes me kneal down to eye it up close everytime I see it, and Gerbera’s make me strangely happy – but it’s a little like talking to anyone except that girl at the party, they might be perfectly interesting but after a few moments of engagement you zone out thinking of who you’d rather be with.

I just can’t stoke up the same enthusiasm for aspidistera as I can for asparagus. If you love growing, I can’t help thinking, why not make it something you can eat? Don’t you like eating!? There’s a delightfully delicious point to your labours, and I’ve yet to see much that rivals Red Drumhead cabbage, Romanesco, fennel and Red Bor kale for beauty.

I will admit to an encroaching sense of inquisitiveness when it comes to the non-edibles – writer/bloggers like James Alexander-Sinclair and Emma Townshend could stir up an interest in most subjects (Grand Prix excluded) but I can’t help suspect that the flowers I like are a touch ‘O level’ in any case – the Haircut 100s of the flower charts. The poppy teenage sensations, rather than the Astral Weeks, the Pet Sounds, the What’s Goin’ On’s that I should be admiring.

Maybe I’ll get the bug in time, and wonder why I started so late
*puts on ‘Cypress Avenue’*

  • Aha. I have the "it looks so nice, I can't WAIT to have to actually eat it" syndrome…although my festive waistline may nudge me to a little nearer to growing a few things i cant eat.

  • I have the I'm too lazy to grow it to eat syndrome. I grow ornamentals and weeds even though my exposure to gardening was through edibles. I guess my grandpa didn't pass on that gene.

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