Yellow Fumitory

We have this growing against a wall. It is a small plant, maybe a foot tall. Aren’t the leaves pretty and interesting? I like the colour as well – yellowy green in the young leaves and then colder and bluer in the mature leaves.

You can see the little tubular yellow flowers peeping out behind the leaves.

It has another names – yellow corydalis and rock fumewort – and it is in the poppy family and native to the foothills of the Alps in Italy and Switzerland.

It grows wild in the south of the UK wherever it finds a crack in a wall to give it somewhere to start from. It’s invasive and will spread (but ours hasn’t) and I wonder who first introduced it to the UK?


Blackbird In The Medlar Tree

You know those times when you see something and it seems to represent far more than what you are looking at? What I am getting at are those times when your feelings just feel all that is right and good about the world.

The way the branch on the medlar tree looked almost like a swing seat with the blackbird on it made me think that way.

I couldn’t remember the word that represents what I meant, so I googled ‘what is the word that means something described by a part of it‘ and Google found it straight away. Clever Google.


A synecdoche comes from the Greek meaning ‘simultaneous understanding’.

Google voice pronounces it ‘suh·nek·duh·kee’ – with the stress on ‘nek’.

It is a figure of speech in which a part of something refers to the whole of something or vice versa.

The website Literary Devices gives the example of “all hands on deck” which means that all of the crew should come and help, and not just their hands.


Metonymy (which is pronounced pretty much as you would expect) is a freer association between the part and the whole. Literary Devices gives the example of ‘the crown’ to refer to royalty. ‘The crown’ cannot be an example of synecdoche because crowns are not part of the royal person except in a symbolic sense.

The Blackbird in the Medlar Tree

Was it synecdoche or metonymy that described what I was feeling? I was thinking how fitting it was that the medlar grew that way and the blackbird discovered it and liked it as a place to sing. I was thinking about Nature (with a capital N) and how it just all gels together. And I was thinking about the precious feeling of all that is in balance and radiant.