Category Archives: Bedfordshire villages
Secret path
A local walk I like to think is my own.
How quiet is the forest.
Beside the brook, I hear cracking hogweed, like tiny castanets.
And rustling grasses looking like fairy tassles.
I see illuminating, floating gold dipped seed dust, filtered in ribbons between stately trees.
Scratching dry earth with a hawk’s feather, it feels worn like old leather.
How quiet is the forest.
Spring awakening
Spring awakening!
Fronds unfurl, yellow green
Freshly scented like peas just popped out of their shells.
Narcissi, ‘kissing’ in a sherbet breeze.
Forget-me-nots, sparkling like sapphires.
Precious wild violets ,
Petals like the palest early morning sky;
Perfumed magically sophoriphic when warmed by
The fairy moon.
In the presence of trees
It has been a wet, autumnal day. I set off this morning with my dogs through a local woodland. It was dark and dripping raindrops which splattered on the leaf mold and moss filled floor. I could see beauty in tiny pools of water collected in large leaves which reflected the tree canopy and the charcoal sky: the woodland creaked and spoke to me of the year so far. The ancient trees, bark toughened, branches gnarled, split and hanging low over the path. The people I met were enjoying their rainy walks too, we were all out there enjoying the elements, exploring our day.
Later this afternoon, I left my husband decorating and headed down the garden to my Studio. I knew I would paint one of the old trees I’d seen and love in all weathers. I’m not sure if it’s finished yet. Tomorrow I will see my watercolour in the morning light! The watercolour sketch on the right I did a while ago. Another oak tree I see regularly and enjoy its presence.
Soothing shade
Whispering tones ,
Ancient trees:
Parched shredded tomes:
Weathered doors moan,
Leaning
Golden patterns
Breathing shadows .
Sifted shifting soothing,
Cirrus,
Sapphire blue hue.
Lingering in a woodland on a sultry spring day
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I hope you enjoy my post. The weather has been warm so we’ve been exploring our woodland pathways. As ever, I am inspired so much by my walkhs in the surrounding countryside whilst enjoying the company of my dogs; sometimes joined by my husband and friends.
After the rain
After the rain, pink buds
Burst with delicate scents reminiscent
Of rhubarb, rose and lemon.
Stepping through the glade, entranced,
Serenaded by tiny pearly drips
Cascading from blossom lips
And freshly opened leaves.
Solitary Snowdrops
Solitary Snowdrops,
Snuggled in a sudden snowdrift,
As fine as sifted icing sugar.
Cople churchyard is beautiful at the moment with a smattering of celedines, voilets and tiny Blue star like flowers. However it is solitary huddles of snowdrops which inspire me the most because they appear in harsh weather and bring us hope of spring. We are about to get snow here in the UK at the weekend, I have to say it is very pretty but we need the warmth of the sunshine. For those of you deep in a cold winter, I hope you’re keeping cosy.
The snowdrop scribble was inspired by my walk in the churchyard, hopefully I’ll be able to get in the Studio soon to have a play with designs, do a watercolour or maybe a screenprint.
My creative time is very precious because I have an elderly dog recovering from a Stroke and a puppy who is delightful and full of fun, requiring lots of attention, training and walks. Life is full on!
Winter finds
Winter lakeside:
Grey pools binding
With silver speckled rinds;
Threads and reeds surfing
Across leafy waves,
Warmed by gentle waves.
Winter is hanging on, but I like its inky beauty and sparkling surprises.
Bright and warm
Shoots produding,
Shiny Buds swelling,
Pussy willow a silver sensation!
Petals waxy, honey sweet.
Catkins like knitted fingers;
Golden rays warming
Our hearts on cold days;
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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