When other artists were painting landscapes, portraits and flowers, I was painting vegetables. Big blowsy bunches of Beetroot and gentle bunches of Carrots with feathery fronds. The buyers at my exhibitions bought paintings of strings of garlic, onions and the like and for my private views I wore silver earrings in the shape of carrots. … Continue reading →
Seduced by the beauty of their ghostly, pale, grey-green skins and the plump rounded curves concealing burnt orange flesh beneath, I have left several of my ‘Invincible’ Pumpkins untouched because they are simply too beautiful to eat! But this season’s crop is starting to plump up in the Kitchen Garden and it really is time to … Continue reading →
Freshly picked from the Kitchen Garden~ supper ingredients just never looked so good!
Well…it’s a roadside stall really. Just a little wonky table and some shelves painted the colour of a blackbird’s egg. But when the Sweet Peas and scented Sweet Williams and old fashioned Pinks are picked and the baby carrots are bunched and tied and the Rhubarb is piled high, my little stand becomes a natural, … Continue reading →
Sweet, edible buds, tinted purple and green, make these bébé choux de Bruxelles as pretty as a vase of flowers and a delight to eat. Happy Weekend to All My Friends!
This post is dedicated to my friend, Robbie, of Palm Rae Urban Potager and to the memory of her beloved dog Punk, who was her constant gardening companion. The air is at once softer and more gentle, yet at the same time tentatively hopeful and new. The Crocus buds are fat and in bloom as … Continue reading →
Dip into the crushed berry and ice-cream coloured swirls of these Fabulous; it’s Friday, floral and Rainbow Beetroot confections. All of them have almost zero calories, but are a little feast for the soul. HAPPY WEEKEND to all my friends!
“It is like turning the kaleidoscope I had as a child. One mouthful of this dish and the world of dull winter magically fragments and is changed to the vibrant, intensely hued flavours, colours and warmth of the Mediterranean”. The wind is set in a direction which turns my old house into an ice cold, … Continue reading →
Weeks of vintage glamour, brocade evening gowns and delicate glass glistening with gold now comes to an end and I find myself in the Meadow Garden after a month of garden neglect. The wind has torn off, tangled up and ripped out of the ground the rabbit proof gate and post and beaten my tall, statuesque … Continue reading →