Variegated Myrtle - Luma (myrtus) 'Glanleam Gold'
I wake suddenly realising it is the first of August. I feel revitalised and can't think why. It can't be the rain streaming down the window - yet more wet in this soggy summer. It must be that yesterday I cleaned all of the upstairs of the house! I am not a cleaner, a very poor housewife, and need a reason to clear clutter and lift a duster. Well I have one: my dear friend Kristin Steiner from South Carolina is coming to stay for a few days with her husband at the end of her week teaching at Oxford Summer School. We will sit and talk textiles and journals and all the things I love which have escaped me this summer. Pure therapy.
Today I clean downstairs and tackle some baking. I have found things I had mislaid; I have completed my latest piece of promo literature which Raymond is now typesetting for me; I have work in hand again; I have even begun to 'see' again - to notice little things. And for the first time for ages felt the urge to write spontaneously (a 'poetry moment') - not very good because I am out of practice. What I wrote (yesterday morning) relates to the picture above. It is as if I have been blinkered for the last two months.
"Down in the 'salad garden'
the myrtle is in flower
in celadon-blue pots
on the small terrace.
Sweet-scented white blossoms
amidst gold-green leaves;
Buds like tiny beads
waiting to unfold into
delicate, subtle blooms.
Such joy so early in the morning."
This myrtle is not as hardy here as it is claimed to be; the frost nipped it back in March and I had to clip the two bushes hard, back to undamaged growth. Maybe that did it good; the flowers are a bonus - will the rain turn them brown, as happens to so many white flowers? flowers. In theory, it should produce purple-black berries come the Autumn. Wait and see.