The afternoon is warm and still and the pink petals of the flowering cherry blossom drift silently and slowly down onto the flower beds beneath as if the thick, sultry air is just too tired to stir. In this atmosphere, the scent of the Gillyflowers rises and stays, and I breathe in its heady perfume as … Continue reading
Snuggled peacefully beneath the shade of these Spring Hellebores, this sweet and gentle Bunny has seen many Easter celebrations come and go. Made in 1920-1939, by Denby Ware in a most comforting shade of pastel green and now with one magnificent ear showing signs of a tumble, he brings a sense of calm to this … Continue reading
A sunny day, a ditsy dress and one glimpse of some pink rhubarb stems in my local store sees me turn into a modern day Emma Bovary in less than 5 seconds. Just as Monsieur L’Heureux provided temptation, with his Parisian luxuries, which the ill- fated heroine, Emma, could not resist, the sight of these … Continue reading
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
Nestled amongst cosy blankets and quilts, his thick fur tousled and a little unkempt, my sweet cat Ossie enjoys a sleep after a period of illness where he has lost a kilo in weight. He has trouble breathing and has lost his sense of smell, so he can no longer recognise food and was refusing … 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