Horrid Henry is trying to blow the roof off today, so even for Rambling Cathy, I’m not inclined to go searching for the shredded primroses which are stubbornly flowering in a corner of the cottage garden. I very rarely pick a bunch, although they grow in abundance, as they lighten up a few dark nooks and crannies in the garden and remind me to be optimistic. So instead, as one of my rare offering to “in a Vase Monday”, I am featuring the best our wind torn island can offer at present.
The glowing amber of the kelp is intense even on the gloomiest days, with the long, smooth ribbons of the fronds intricately woven through the tangle of thick furry stems. Torn from the off-shore kelp forests, it is thrown up onto the beach and contorted into sculptures by the waves and the wind.
It needs no man-made installation to display its attributes, the contrasting textures of the smooth grainy sand, silver ripples of water and a framing of dark outcrops of rock could not be surpassed. The lighting is subdued, but from time to time, between the squalls, the sun throws a shaft of light through the clouds to burnish the edges with gold.
Nature’s sea sculptures are ephemeral and remind us of our own mortality in the face of the power of the wind and the waves.