Late April and early May brings a simple pleasure to the walls around the old mortuary. It’s so simple I couldn’t really think how to weave it into a ponder. The area immediately next to our house was an old quarry which means there is an abundance of walls around us, presumably built with rocks from the quarry.
Daisies, however implausible it may seem, just stick themselves to the rock and grow. Early in the season they are lush and beautiful, later on the they get scraggy and ugly. Not Surprising really.
I took these photos yesterday with the idea of a future blog but overnight Cornwall has been hit by a fierce storm.
Given their precarious existence serendipity may have made me photograph them on their last day of lushness.
After the storm