September, The Agitation of Vegetation.
I love the gentle anarchy a breezy day creates. Chaotic rhythms are played out across grass and sedge. Oak trees become tentacled sea creatures. Rows of poplars bend and ripple in unison like a chorus line, you think you can see a pattern emerge and then, quite suddenly, as if the music’s changed, they begin to thrash about in different directions. The silver underside of leaves are saucily revealed, one at a time on the poplars, whole boughs of bendy willow and ash. Even the stiff Norway spruce sways slightly. Hips on the dog rose flash in the slippery light. The downy seeds of the thistle set sail.
Rattle, clatter, hiss and scrape; each plant sings it’s own tune depending on the size and shape of it’s leaves and the rigidity of it’s structure. A white butterfly is buffeted from left to right, and the sky is full of pigeons. Unable to rest, they join the dance, adding to the commotion of the vegetable world in motion.
