The Flannel Flower

Photo0251(1)Another busy day – a long meeting and a hastily snatched lunch break before braving the aisles of the local supermarket.  I buy a sandwich at a village in the Lower Mountains before driving around the semi-rural backstreets to find a quiet place to eat.  Finding my mind leaping ahead to the dreaded shopping expedition, I stop and look instead at the neglected nature-strip beside the car.

At first it appears simply to be a tangle of weeds and grasses, decaying vegetation strangled by sappy groundcovers, brash saplings and peeling tree-trunks.  But as I observe more closely, it is clear that this was once a well-tended area, laid out with care, a small garden of specimen plants chosen to complement the now-derelict garden behind the fence.

Slowly, detail emerges from the riot of texture and colour and I perceive an entire ecology, a miniature forest of canopy, emergent and understory.

Solomon’s Seal thrives beside feral pittosporum and, in a small clearing where a handkerchief sized swath of woodchips has managed to resist the incursion of kikuyu, a single flannel flower lifts its head to the sun.  I am mesmerized by this small, native flower, so beloved of children and adults alike for its petals, the texture of puppies’ ears.  How has it managed to survive and re-emerge each year?  Is it simply chance that it thrives among the chaos, or is it a symbol of hope, of clinging to the possibility of renewal, a metaphor for the person who lives in the tumbledown cottage behind the fence?

I do not know the answer to these questions and never will.  But the quarter-hour I spend, observing the minutiae of a domestic nature-strip, yields a gentle insight into the nature of existence, where islands of beauty and order can be found, even in the midst of chaos.

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4 thoughts on “The Flannel Flower

  1. Dearest Angie
    It is so lovely to keep contact with you in this way. Thank you for your thoughts and reflections. Love, Jane

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  2. Dear Angie,
    Loved reading this. How looking closely always reveals great beauty, otherwise invisible. Thank you for sharing your mindful eye and heart here.

    Love,
    Joyce

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  3. Dear Angie,
    How eloquently you paint this suburban streetscape, showing us the beauty that reveals itself when we sit still and are fully present. Thank you.
    Love,
    Desney

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