I went out for a little walk along the Burnmill path in Lauder the other day, and noticed the Rose Bay Willowherb, once a bright magenta pink, had now gone to seed. The tall stems were swaying about wildly, so I went a bit closer to see what was moving them,
and saw someone I recognised.
“Hi Oosie. How are you?”
“Are you alright? I can’t quite make out what you’re saying…” I moved a bit closer.
“Oh dear, you’re in a bit of a state. Is your mouth full of fluff?”
“Can you climb down? And I’ll de-fluff you.”
She carefully climbed down, looking a little sorry for herself, and stood still while I picked off the fluffy seedheads off her.
“Mmmph pah pah phweww, thanks,” she gasped. “I was busy climbing and got higher and higher and forgot about all the fluffy stuff and got in a bit of a tangle.”
“I’m glad I was there to help, Oosie. Go careful now.”
And she headed back off into the undergrowth.
I get the feeling she quite often gets into scrapes…