Autumn Lady’s Tresses

 

Part of a flower spike

Part of a flower spike

A slender orchid growing alone in the un-mown part of the olive grove.

A plait of tiny lilies to bind a lady’s brow in a Pre-Raphaelite painting.

The name, for once, is as beautiful as the flower.

 

One man went to mow

Mowing the olive grove

Mowing the olive grove

… went to mow a meadow.

Not exactly a meadow, in the photo, but a steep olive grove full of seeding heads of all manner of tough-stemmed flowers.

‘One man went to mow’ is a beautifully alliterative counting song of the ‘Partridge in a pear tree’ variety.

It could go on for ever, but usually stops at 10.

Even at 10 men, though, the meadow would be seriously overcrowded and possibly even dangerous.

Perhaps the one dog (because only the first man has a dog) is responsible for herding them all out of each other’s way.