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Green alkanet seems to be everywhere in West Adderbury this spring!

This plant was originally a native of south west Europe, but was introduced into British gardens around 1700.  Its bright blue flowers are very popular with pollinators such as bees and butterflies.  Pentaglottis sempervirens is a bristly plant with a deep taproot, which makes it difficult to completely eradicate from gardens.  Its green leaves appear in late winter and very early spring, hence the name “green” and “sempervirens” (always alive).  The word “alkanet” comes from the Arabic word for henna.  According to various websites, the flowers of green alkanet are apparently edible and are sometimes used to decorate salads.  In the past, the roots were used to make a deep red dye. 

A lovely bit of pine cone art spotted by a West Adderbury resident on a daily walk in the woods!

Adderbury Meeting House, 1675

So still we sat in cold grey light,

Alongside those we did not know.

Strangers come in from the snow

To share worship and a seat with 

Friends they’d yet to meet.

Alone together in silent prayer

Breathing in the same chill air.

As darkness fell on wood’s dull shine

We settled down with one design,

To listen to our thoughts.

Not easy in the soporific air

The hiss and putter of a gas flame

Flaring in the draft.

Everything so dim and bare

But what mattered was being there.

Beyond the whip of icy winds

Safe and calm, beyond all harm.

Surrounded by historic walls  

Still set fair and square 

Though built in sixteen seventy five

They’ve withstood time and still survive.

Numbed on unforgiving pews

Offered hot bricks we can’t refuse

To try to thaw our feet. 

Meanwhile minds warm

To higher tasks –

Mindfulness, contemplation, meditation,

Solace for the soul.


And so our single hour unwound

And bound us closer to the unknown.

A congregation muffled in winter coats

And scarves curled round like kittens, 

Furry hats and woolly mittens.

Kindness in communion 

Sharing human warmth,

A sense of self melting

Into a larger whole –

And greater identity.

Silence speaking volumes

Intimate as intercourse.

In this common purpose

Where none impose, each grows.

More complete, more sure

That all is as intended,

And that which was broken, mended.

No need to fret or fear,

It is our right to be here

Alone together, breathing softly 

Listening to a flame,

While drawing closer 

To the light that shines within.

Creating space to grow in kindness

A place where every meeting

Ends in greeting –

And a new beginning.

Adderbury Meeting House, March 2018

Laurie Mayer, Henge Close

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