Looking up this flower (potentilla anserina), I discover the identity of a mystery plant I bought from a seedling community in Geneva. It was in the ‘edible’ section but didn’t come with a label. Now it’s about a foot in height and diameter, and we can put the leaves in salads, with great anti-everything-awful benefits.
Assuming my identification is correct. If you don’t hear from me again, you’ll know my botany let me down.
‘Up here, though, on a dry platform of ground where the yellow-flowered silverweed grows in thick profusion, was a place not overlaid by the present or the more recent past.’
See also a quote-rich mosaic review of this magnificent, entrancing book: a love letter to islands and a paean to the sea.
Source: Adam Nicolson, Sea Room: An Island Life (London: Harper Collins, 2013 (2002)), p. 212