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Hypericum pulchrum. Battle, 30 June 2022. |
For various reasons I'm not going to have much time to blog over the next month or two. Anyway, here are some pictures of a little group of Slender St John's-wort (Hypericum pulchrum) that I saw while walking with my family in Great Wood, Battle (E. Sussex) last Thursday. This is a managed woodland and it's good to see the variety of wild plants slowly increasing. The best place to see Hypericum pulchrum in those parts is, or used to be, Fore Wood in Crowhurst (ancient oak woodland). Hypericum pulchrum really is beautiful, like its botanical name. The stems and buds are often reddish, but not on this particular specimen.
In Sweden it's called Hedjohannesört (i.e. "Heath St John's-wort"). It's a rare plant there, growing only on heaths near the west coast.
It occurs in most of the British Isles but has somewhat declined in central England since 1950. It only likes acidic habitats, which perhaps accounts for why I've never noticed it in my thirty years of living in Frome and Swindon.
Hypericum pulchrum. Battle, 30 June 2022. |
Detail of the previous photo. You can just make out the black dots on the edges of the petals. You can also make out the toothed sepals mentioned by Jean-Jacques Rousseau:
Le mille-pertuis élégant est une espèce branchue qui croît dans les bois et dans les bruyères, avec des tiges en forme de colonne ; les feuilles embrassent la tige ; elles sont unies et en forme de cœur ; les calices sont dentelés, avec des dents garnies de glandes.
The Elegant St John's-wort [Hypericum pulchrum] is a branched species that grows in woods and heaths, with columnar stems ; the leaves clasp the stem ; they are plain and heart-shaped ; the calyces are toothed, with some teeth furnished with glands.
The lichens and mosses are especially delightful. The restriction of my mental horizon to the microcosmic beauties of plant life is one of the few consolations left to me on this earth, and I hope to spend my last years focused on my botanical studies, which never seem to progress, which move about in circles of forgetting and remembering, rotating on the same spot, without utility or value to any one else, but which for that reason are all the more precious to me. ... I no longer want to be seen as a writer or a philosopher in the eyes of the world, and maybe if I complete my recollections of the life I have led I will at last be able to quench this compulsion to write things down, and finally be granted by God the quietness of mind that I will need to enjoy my last years on this earth. I had thought briefly of writing a compendium of plants, a botanical encyclopaedia, but the task is too great for me to complete, my knowledge is inadequate. . . .
Hypericum pulchrum. Battle, 30 June 2022. |
Things I learned while away in Sussex:
Bexhill-on-Sea has its own flag (since 1893). We saw it being displayed among the union jacks in the main streets.
How to play Shark Tag in the swimming pool.
Two versions of a Swedish counting rhyme. To me they are just nonsense, so apologies if they contain anything offensive!
My mum's:
Binke bane koffKoffe lane doffDoffe lane binke baneUlle dulle doff!
My nephew Finn's:
Ulle dulle doffKinke nane koffEttan pettan puffDu får en knuffav puff!
Eeny meeny maccaraccaDare down dominaccaChickaracca bominaccaOm Pom Push!
A-B-C-D-E-F-GH-I-J-K l-m-n-o-PQ-R-S-T-U and VDouble-U X and Y and Zee
Abaca DefaghijKalama NopQrestuvee Double-youEx Why Zed
Abaca DeffergeeKalama NopRestervee Double-youEx Why Zed
Labels: Jean-Jacques Rousseau, My family history, Plants
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