
The first of the campions are already in flower. This photograph was taken last spring in the odd light that preceded an evening storm. The world was touched with gold, yet the roiling clouds added an unnatural depth to the colours. Though the shot wasn’t clear, I kept it for its vibrancy.
The red campion is not red at all, but flowers in many shades of pink. It has no current medicinal uses, though its seeds were once used against snake-bites and the saponins it contains made it useful as a rudimentary soap.
The bees and insects love it though and this patch of pink is always buzzing with flying creatures.
Perhaps that is why, on the Isle of Man, it is called blaa ny ferrishyn, the fairy flower and why I was always taught I should never pick the campions.



























Flower names make me happy but colors are not always accurate as you mentioned. A fellow blogger mentioned a red breasted bird which had a red head, white chest, again the reference source called this like she wrote it. Nature along with naturalists sometimes are confusing! 🙂
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The colours here are accurate… they just don’t look as if they could be with the quality of the light
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They are so pretty. I never pick my flowers for the same reason. I don’t want to make the garden fairies and gnomes sad.
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I rehome the forlorn unwanted flowers from the supermarket instead 🙂
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There you go, that works and the fairies and gnomes don’t have to be sad that you picked yours. 🙂
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And the fading of beauty is still loved 🙂
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such a vividly beautiful photo!
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You should have seen it on the day 🙂
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I bet! It’s a stunning photo…
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Thank you. I love days like that 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Fairies can get quite jealous sometimes. 🙂
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They have good reason 🙂
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That’s a beautiful scene. I can see why we shouldn’t pick the campions. The bees need all the help they can get. —- Suzanne
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They do. This wet winter hasn’t helped them at all.
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Such beauty here Sue – words and photo, and meaning. I dare not pick the companions. ❤
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This beauty is yards away from my home 🙂
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Oh my gosh. A little piece of heaven. 🙂
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Pretty much 🙂
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