All the agapanthus have flowered, their beautiful forms and vibrant colours never failing to amaze me. The spear-like heads break open to release the buds within, each waiting to open up in turn.
However, the impact of my balcony foliage paled somewhat in comparison when I went back to see the real thing, in and around Penzance, Cornwall.
This time last week, I was at the Minack cliff-side theatre, overlooking the coastline running from Porthcurno towards Pedn Vounder and Logan Rock. Above was the bright sky; below, the turquoise water and between these were the dramatic 'groupings' of agapanthus, which seemed to be a constant feature, wherever I went... However, their stark, spectacular outlines were not the only ones...
I looked out onto St Michael's Mount through a bank of thistles, with spiky sea holly underfoot on the way over to Marazion.
There were the skeletal umbels of cow parsley against a graveyard backdrop at Lelant, near the Hayle estuary...
Whilst others, in bloom, seemed to spread out their delicate florets...
Or burst in colour, reaching up to the skies, be those clear or rainy...
With beaded droplets threaded onto flowers and foliage alike...
And wet undergrowth concealing lacy mosses and the prehistoric fronds of ferns...
All offering another collection of vibrant colours and weird forms, unfurling into ever-stranger shapes..
Some of these resembling odd aquatic creatures, from mysterious depths...
Ready to reveal hidden guests...
Or simply to stretch and reach out towards the light...
Pointing to driftwood seahorses and the agapanthus flowers, ever-present, come rain or shine.
With all those colours recalling those of the scenery...
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