MARCH insomnia, snakes & purple potatoes
The Holloway rooftop has been looking rather handsome of late, dotted with daffodils and violas, scented with herbs and soundtracked with bird song.
After some time chitting in an egg box on my bookshelf, the purple potatoes that I inherited from Prinzessinnengarten in Berlin have been planted out. Their home is a large hessian sack, lined with a bin bag and staked out with bamboo canes.
Feeling unusually flush, I bought myself a gorgeous snake’s head fritillary last week. It had checked purple flowers, printed in a way that pixellated when you looked deep into their serpent mouths. Thankfully I got some photo evidence, as yesterday an evil squirrel decided to be-head each flower stem. The plant is now looking rather sorry for itself, similar to how I felt on discovering the damage. Ever the optimistic insomniac, I’m ignoring the squirrel violence and instead revelling in the fact that now is the best time of year to be awake in the wee small hours. The dawn chorus is drowning out the traffic.