Smashing up vintage china with a hammer sends shards of pottery embellished with rich paisley pattern, gold leaf and hand painted swallows flying through the air. I am in no mood for safety, technique or planning. I am making a mosaic; nothing slick and polished, but something free spirited and easy and very, very last minute. It is early evening on the night before I open my garden to the public for the very first time. I am tired! I want a bubble bath! But here I am crouched in the mud and cement…panicking.
I lovingly press the pretty china into the wet cement and begin to enjoy the jumbled up patterns. Happiest when I do not have a clue what I am doing I throw myself into the chaos of this spontaneous moment. The thunder rumbles and a rainstorm sees me and my work soaked. But the next morning….it’s all ok. And my makeshift mosaic has created a little patch of garden joy where the flowers in the border seem to have slipped down into the paving, like fallen summer petals. And I am so, so glad that I did it.