I discovered, through some superficial research (thanks Google!) that because Zeus wanted Hercules (his son by the mortal Alceme) to be wet nursed by Hera (his ‘awful-wedded’) it all kicked off. She wasn’t keen. In the ensuing Hellenic brouhaha (women, eh?, sooo touchy…) the Lily and the Milky Way (not the confectionery, that’s another story) came into being.

As you might expect the ancient and profane associations of this sacred bloom were turned around by Judaeo-Christian iconographers, the watchwords being chastity and virtue.

It still looks filthy to me.

My thanks to Nicole Savage’s SF Heart pages, a labour of Big Hippy Love, for the material on the Legends of Flowers.

Of course it is the way of things that I find now that specialist nurseries are interesting and cherishable. Penlan Perennials Nursery at Penrhiw Pal, near Newcastle Emlyn, is my favourite in Ceredigion, and well worth a visit.

Although I remain a reluctant gardener I do like to photograph a well made garden. And, after nearly 40 years of work, is my my parents’ Aberporth garden in its late Summer glory.