Agapanthus seem to grow in abundance around certain parts of Cornwall, although I don't remember this being the case when I was young. Either way, these plants just make me feel great, with their beautiful colours of jewel-like blue and vivid green blades, and stalks determined to reach impressive heights, regardless of any adverse conditions. I brought back a few in my suitcase on leaving - no mean feat and a few stalks did have to be sacrificed for the greater good.
Whilst the keys were officially handed over to me yesterday, the new flat only felt mine once the agapanthus had been installed on the balcony of the new home. A promising sign of good things to come was the fact that I came across two different florists in my new street, both selling agapanthus which I promptly bought. These French plants are, of course, complete with majestic flowered heads, unlike their Cornish equivalents which I had been obliged to decapitate.
Now the balcony feels like home, I just need to tackle the rest of the flat, which could well take some time... By the time all my plants are in flower again, I hope life in this new home will have started to flourish too.
|Cornish agapanthus - with St Michael's Mount in the background.|