I see that I bought this book for $7 at a second-hand bookstore, sometime in the late 1990s. How could I have missed it the first time round? My copy is Derek Jarman. Modern Nature. The Overlook Press: Woodstock NY, 1994.
Weeded the back garden, wired over the fennel the rabbits keep cutting back, planted two new irises and montbretsia. At 5:30 I sat on the old wicker chair facing the setting sun and read the newspaper. A slight chill descended; a choir of gnats floated by, golden sparks catching the last rays of the sun. The wind got up, bringing the smell of the sea; a russet kestrel flew by. Extraordinary peacefulness.
Warm overcast day with a sea mist that triggered the foghorn at the lighthouse. Worked on the front garden, weeding; planted carnations and more sea kale seedlings. Spent the evening assembling objects from the flotsam and jetsam gathered on the beach.
The heavy rain has left sheets of water reflecting the grey sky lying on the sharp green of the spring fields. All along the rail embankment to Ashford the buds are breaking on the hawthorn bushes. There are drifts of primroses everywhere. ... Deep in the middle of the woods, in the most secret glade, primroses are blooming, the only ones I have found; but there are carpets of violets almost hidden by their bright green leaves.
The unobservant could walk by them without noticing, as the leaves and flowers create an almost perfect camouflage, the elusive purple vanishing in the green.