I get obsessive about white flowers in Spring. Last year I posted on Wild Whites, revelling in the rush of white flowers that seem to gallop across our country side between March and May. This year I’ve been walking a lot in our local woodlands (using Shotover Hill as the nearest thing to the Pyrenees that Oxford can offer, training for my June walk along the Camino de Santiago). There is something special about the way that small white flowers shine out in the dappled dark of a wooded valley – I found myself wondering about the collective nouns we could use:
A Gleam of Sorrel
Wood sorrel (Oxalis acetosella)
A Gloaming of Wood Anenome
A Ghost of Stars
Greater stitchwort, Stellaria holostea
Maybe together they are a Wood of Whites ….
