Dear Readers, we went for a quick amble around the cemetery on Saturday, before the temperature started to climb too much, but everywhere is still very crisp and dry. However, the spiders are clearly out in force: the statue of Alexander William Lamond, who died in 1926, has some spiders’ webs adorning his handsome neck.
And elsewhere, the dried seedheads of the hogweed are also draped in cobwebs, and herein lies a tale – I was watching reruns of ‘Masterchef the Professionals’ during the week, and one of the chefs, Oli Martin, made a parfait from foraged hogweed seeds which everyone seemed to enjoy. So, when I saw the plant on Saturday I was confident enough of my ID to pick a few seeds and give them a quick munch. Goodness! They have a very acidic, lemony taste which seems to shift to menthol towards the end. I was quite impressed, and could see how the seeds could add a very unusual flavour to something creamy. In my Wednesday Weed on hogweed, there’s a recipe for hogweed spiced biscuits. Just be careful though, lovelies, you wouldn’t want to gather a handful of hemlock seeds by mistake and end up deaded, as Bluebottle used to say in The Goon Show (#showingmyage).
‘My’ swamp cypress is doing very well, and doesn’t seem to be suffering too much in the heat in spite of its preference for boggy ground.
And I thought that the light through the leaves of this ornamental beech tree was really lovely, it looks like a rather subdued plate glass window.
And finally, I have always been a little dismissive of the more ornamental marigold varieties but I am clearly wrong, because look at these bumblebees all over these yellow flowers! It goes to show that you can’t believe everything that you read, and that bumblebees are very versatile animals.
And so after a slow amble around the cemetery we decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and that it was time to head back for some shade and a delicious slice of spanakopita (feta, greens and filo pie) from our local greengrocer, Tony’s Continental on East Finchley High Street. I will be battening down the hatches for the next day or so as the temperature climbs to 100 degrees Fahrenheit because I am a delicate, pale-skinned creature, prone to overheating. So here is a lovely cool photo for you to peruse if you’re in need of some protection from the weather.