For the past week or so our days have been spent either weeding or watering. Mainly watering actually, which to us North Devon folk is a new, and rapidly becoming tedious, occupation. It presents a whole new Moral Maze – who deserves the precious water, who can do without, can I do another trip with the watering can to the far reaches of the garden in the incessant heat on a Friday, perhaps I should just pour the water onto my pasty feet.
This Catanche caerulea “Alba” or the White Cupid’s Dart was relishing the heat today. It is unashamedly not wholly white, but it is the contrast of the deep purple heart with the pure fluted petals that makes this wil o’ the wisp a flower to hanker after.