Do you like Heracleum? (Ok, wild parsnip, cartwheel flower, cow parsley, hogweed.) Of course you do. How can you not when they are so majestically beautiful.
This season has been very rainy and gray. The Heracleum are glowing against the greenness of it all. They remind me of women.
Strange you say?
Hear me out.
They are white and blush pink, they are lacy and delicate.
They feed and host all manner of creatures.
They don’t bend in the wind, they don’t break by hand, their roots are deep, they don’t pull out.
They are strong and elegant.
Today the wind whipped up, thunder and lighting, torrential downpour – they are still standing tall.