I bought cornflower seeds in the spring, planted them, was truly amazed when they grew so well and then continued to flower for weeks and weeks.
Now I know what they mean when authors write ‘eyes of cornflower blue’.
They reminded my Mum of when she was a child.
I took photos, lots of them.
Bees, butterflies, hoverflies all visited my little wildflower garden.
Finally I collected the seeds. Tiny little shaving brushes. I’d remembered what the seeds looked like from when I sowed them. Quite different to anything I’d seen before.
So all in all a real success. I’m very glad I bought that one little packet of seeds. It was quite relaxing, sitting at the kitchen table sorting them out. Now they’re carefully stored and I’m looking forward to planting them next year.
Those tiny little seeds, of hope.