children of the corn(flowers)

Awaking from a snooze on a whizzing train between Oxford and Bristol, I looked out the window and saw a spectacular field of cornflowers, preumably being allowed to grow in the fallow crop fields as an aesthetically pleasing way of keeping the soil rich.



In folklore, cornflowers were worn by young men in love; if the flower faded too quickly, it was taken as a sign that the man's love was unrequited. How apt.

Breaking from my blue reverie, I looked down and realised that in my brief nap I had drooled over a picture of Robin Williamson. My neighbour looked thoroughly unimpressed. Don't blame him - terrible disrespect to the former Incredible String Band member...