For as long as I can remember, I have loved cow parsley. Its tiny frothy heads adorn hedgerows, woodlands and flower beds throughout May and June; the soft, white umbrella-like blooms punctuate the zesty greens of spring beautifully. It’s becoming increasingly popular in floral decorations and church displays; I would love to have some in my wedding bouquet.
It’s a member of the umbelliferae or carrot family and is called Queen Anne’s lace by some, my mum included. In my previous home, I had cushions made with Vanessa Arbuthnott’s dreamy cow parsley fabric. And as a little boy, Harry would pick it and give it to me to put into a vase. I didn’t realise at the time that it can be confused with hemlock, (which is poisonous) and hogweed (the sap burns in sunlight). If I had, I wouldn’t have let him pick it.
I don’t know whether there is more cow parsley this year or whether I’ve just had more time to see and appreciate it, but it is absolutely glorious. It lifts my spirits every time I go past it in the local park and its transience makes it even more appealing. I’m going to miss it when it’s over.
We stopped and took these photographs when we were out on a walk earlier this week. I simply couldn’t resist.
Stay safe and have a lovely weekend. I’ll be back next week x