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.
The light wasn’t great when I photographed the early stages of my watercolour painting of a hedgehog. I will build many transparent colour layers to create this little hog. I’ll aim to capture an essence of his character. I’m waiting for the paint to dry before I carry on.
I’ll update you soon with how my little hog painting is coming on!
It is a joy to be making puddles of colour again, adding water and letting my brush drop colour onto the paper.
Whilst I’m waiting, I’ll make a hot chocolate or chamomile tea to warm my hands.
Have a lovely evening.
I couldn’t resist taking this shot from the courtyard, such a colourful sky!
I am walking through the tree line avenues protected from roaring warning winds.
Brittle branches are torn away landing like arrows ripping into the land’s heart.
Leaves dive and dart, grasses like babbling streams.
Leaning into an old gnarled tree, I look high into the patterns made by silhouettes of leaves.
What will I dream of…
Please click on the link to read my poem inspired by my recent ramble.
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, 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.
Raspberry tassles, tantalize;
Dainty clematis dazzle;
Muscari like mini pyramids of lapis lazuli brighten shady corners
Whilst amethyst anemones smile
Even when their petals are tattered by windswept twigs.
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!
Glossy cheeky buds
Unfurling like sateen skirts
Blowing in the wind,
Delightfully sensual too:
A memory of summer.
I’m enjoying the Tanka poetic form. I hope you enjoy my poem. This beautiful red flowered shrub in my cottage garden is so divine.
Enjoy your weekend!😃
Ice fairies shake their wings
Over forlorn umber seedheads, forgotten:
They kiss brittle leaves, weathered
By cruel winds;
Tinged with sweet powder of life,
Russet, Crimson, damson and evergreen leaves reach out for
Spring, which will come soon
Singing in the sweet breeze.