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the intimacy of a single cornflower
September 3, 2014, 2:27 pm
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“I joined the Natural History Society, but our trips out to various nature spots were marred by the nausea produced by a stuffy car.  We never walked the downs, oddly: the complex mat of the grazed grass hid flowers (harebell, wild thyme, milkwort, orchids, bird’s foot trefoil) whose names I was determined to learn; my Derbyshire father and grandmother knew all the wild flowers, as if they had imbibed their names at birth – albeit northern monikers.  I was a hopeless bird-spotter too.  What turned me on far more than the flickery silhouette of a bunting or a shrike was a general feeling of well-being: lofty tree-crowns blurred and waving in fresh gusts; the edge of a meadow darkened into mystery by a straggly blackthorn hedge; the intimacy of a single cornflower that no one else would ever notice …”

– Adam Thorpe On Silbury Hill

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