When the sun is at its highest in the sky and the light seems blinding in your eyes, the contrasts of bright and dark in the border couldn’t be more dramatic and striking. I love, in particular, how the ribs – the bones of the hosta seem even more extraordinary and prominent, as their shapes are picked out by the dappled light falling through the branches above.
These mysterious, compelling contours seem to jump out and grab you, pulling your eyes into the pools of shade. As your eyes adjust, the leaves somehow seem to be transformed by this gentler light into imposing, lurking animal forms…
… and the arrow-head fronds of the ferns, or bracken show off their ladder-like ribs dramatically against the sky.
The Aquilegia (Granny’s Bonnet or Columbine), which have found their way into every corner of my garden, show off in the summer breeze with a spirited dance and a bird-like grace.