Fabulous; it’s Friday……
BLUE; the colour of the sea, the sky, of Forget-Me-Nots and Summer Cornflowers and a little gift of serenity and calm from me to you. HAPPY WEEKEND!
BLUE; the colour of the sea, the sky, of Forget-Me-Nots and Summer Cornflowers and a little gift of serenity and calm from me to you. HAPPY WEEKEND!
“The Seeds of Friendship or discovering how the joy of gardening can grow from a gift of just a few packets of seeds.” sweetbabyveg Fat, pink blossom buds hang heavy over my bowed head as I kneel on the ground to till a new little patch of earth. I smooth the soil … Continue reading
These tiny Brussels Sprouts seem to grow out of the painted leaves in this soft and serene still-life. This accidental pastiche takes this scene from flat to spatial and gives a most humble nod to the fabulous transformational work of- Maurits Cornelis Escher (1898-1972) http://www.mcescher.com/about/ HAPPY WEEKEND!
The telephone rings and a soft, lilting Scottish voice on the other end says “Is that sweetbabyveg ?” And little bubbles of joy rush from my toes to my head and “My heart is like a singing bird” because here it is, the moment when all aspects of me which had nowhere to go and … Continue reading
Inspirational, solitary and inscrutably silent (apart from the occasional sigh or purr) my cat Otto is the perfect gardening companion. He oversees all yet questions nothing and his soothing presence amplifies and intensifies the comfort and pleasure of every gardening task I undertake. Equally at ease striking a perfect pose on the summerhouse roof, or … Continue reading
A quiet February day in the Kitchen Garden gets supercharged with colour when I pick the ‘Red Ball’ Brussels Sprouts. Their vibrant, passionate shades from ‘Opera Rose’ to ‘Winsor Violet’ evoke warm Mediterranean days. Just soak up that life and intensity for a moment or two…..it feels so good.
Fabulous flowers, shortbread hearts with kisses and lots of love goes out to all my friends and followers on St Valentine’s Day x x x
Rooting around in a dark and dusty corner of the attic I re-discover my ever- happy, sweet faced Russian matryoshka doll; a memento from a pre-glasnost trip to Leningrad. One thing leads to another, a shot of iced vodka here, a few blini there and before you know it I am calling my friends ‘comrade’ … Continue reading
Pulling the leeks in today’s gale I am soaked in minutes as water streams down my face and soaks my trousers with winter-cold rain. At first it feels as if I am being assaulted, then I get used to it and give myself up to the power of the storm. Out here, high on the … Continue reading
Dark, wet, stormy days have cut my connection with outdoors. One dry day and a rummage through my seed box sees me overdosed on creativity and a renewed life force which I thought was dead and gone for good. Gardening can do that; it can put you back in touch with who you really are. … Continue reading