Dahlia magic!


Autumnal breezes forcefully tore petals from the

Adored dahlia,

Settling on

Dead leaves: a musty floor.

Tattered frailty, melted magical

Majesty,

Glowing like a gold fae star.

Autumnal breezes, ripped this beautiful dahlia from its stem. I rescued it and watched it, as with lots of water and paint, I created an image which will last…I want to say forever. As sunshine warmed us all, tiny golden sparkles glowed on its shiny petals. I love dahlias.

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Tulip Art workshop


Yesterday was a great Art for the soul day, painting almost non stop for 3 hours in a lovely Studio gallery location in the buzzing Hertfordshire market town of Hitchin. I have never painted in Oils before and found them quite a challenge but I will get mine out at home now because they are such a tactile, vibrant medium. I love them. I hope you enjoy my painting. I tried to capture the light and different colours in a photo of the ‘black tulip.

Glorious bees


Glorious bees

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Glorious bees thrive on electric blue filament like petals,

Glowing in a golden sea of pollen.

This wonderful structured plant, Cynara, like a giant artichoke has electric blue petals, however morning light and exposure has made them purple!

After a long period of very hot weather for the UK, the garden has welcomed rain and a cooler period, as I have deadheaded and weeded I have noticed bees and butterflies more often. My lawn is the colour of straw and probably won’t recover this summer.

I hope you are having a god day. Apologies for my go slow blogging at the moment due to disruption in routine as the builders have been at home. The resulting conservatory needs decorating and furnishing but has brought so much light inside the cottage, and I can enjoy changing weather, sunrises and sunsets as well as starry nights from inside!

Flower power


The garden is surprising me every day with new blooms. Time for recording their wonderful shapes and colours. Here are a couple of Watercolour sketches I did yesterday and today. The experience was very relaxing and my paint dried very quickly in the heat!

Both unfinished but hopefully capturing the essence of our colourful garden!

Art fushion


We’ve been having building work done at home which although exciting , I find it turns my usually fairly calm life into chaos.

So, as I haven’t been able to hide away creating in my Studio for a while, yesterday I went to another Artist’s Studio which was a beautiful tranquil space to learn about Glass fused designs.

At first I felt scared even cutting glass let alone grinding glass into shapes, however, after a while I found I really enjoyed creating my flower, dahlia design out of coloured glass offcuts. My flower will be fused in the kiln and next week I’ll pick it up. I Can’t wait to see the result! It was lovely to be creative without too many distractions.

Poppy petals tumbling…


My cottage garden glows

With ragged pink blush

Poppies.

Summer winds blowing,

Tumbling petals flowing

Through a sea of leaves;

Frilly foxgloves enticing bees.

Raspberry tassles


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.

Glossy cheeky buds


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!😃

Bursts of brilliant stars


Bursts of brilliant stars,

Stretching, kicking like dancers,

Love to be dazzlers,

Warming the observers’ hearts

While winter’s greaving departs.

These miniature iris’s were a beautiful surprise: inspiration for my Tanka poem above. I hope you enjoy it. I don’t always use a specific poetic form, so I hope it has worked!

Sunshine colours


Spring bulbs flourish;

Sunshine colours lift our spirits;

Delicate drifts of croci emerge as The mist dissolves behind the trees,

Birch branches shimmer in the breeze.