Whispering tones ,
Ancient trees:
Parched shredded tomes:
Weathered doors moan,
Leaning
Golden patterns
Breathing shadows .
Sifted shifting soothing,
Cirrus,
Sapphire blue hue.
Whispering tones ,
Ancient trees:
Parched shredded tomes:
Weathered doors moan,
Leaning
Golden patterns
Breathing shadows .
Sifted shifting soothing,
Cirrus,
Sapphire blue hue.
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!
First frost breathes through crystalline teeth,
Steeping brightly hued blooms into a moon dipped
Weeping sleep.
I look down the garden now at the damp brown rotting garden and remember the warm days filled with summer fresh scents; butterflies and bees everywhere. Then came the first frost, it was such a shock but turned the garden into a magical place, frozen and beautiful. I am so grateful for nature. As the garden lies sleeping, I enjoy every day as a different day. I can see the birds hopping about and the gentle mellow yellow sunshine through watery leaves.
In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings
Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms
Rambling roses for fairy posies.
Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,
Crunching under toes.
Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates
faces of forest mythological creatures,
A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll
And frolocking fairies.
Brooding skies like galloping waves,
Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!
Twisters suck up golden mists.
I always find walking along the North Norfolk coastal path calming restorative. The endless skies of clouds whch make dreamy characters from children’s picture books and the gentle salty air filled with samphire and sea lavender. The colour palette and interesting wild textures inspire me to write and paint.
Here are two textured painted sketches of the atmosphere evocative of Stiffkey salt marshes. I hope you enjoy t
Rambling thoughts lift far above wispy skies.
Scented drifts, harebell & verbena
Dance with joy and grief.
Calming columbine peeps
Through dappled light:
A painter’s delight!
My photos and poem were inspired by a beautiful Wildflower garden in a Wildflower nursery in North Norfolk. We visited one quiet morning, had a coffee and then walked along the Glaven valley.
I am dedicating this post to Amanda & Phillipa. Rest in peace. And to their mother Sheila who is recovering in hospital. Please get better soon. I ask for healing for their families too at this very sad time. Thanks to the hospital staff and emergency services.
Midsummer meadows cheers our hearts.
Bees reeling in floppy poppies,
Quaint corn cockles and radiant daisies jostle with lazy scabious
Lofty butterflies surf the breeze filled with meadowsweet mist.
Wishing seeds glimmer in honeyed rays,
Teazels sentinels of the fields, guard the wildflower maze.
Haystacks rest on dusty fields waiting for midsummer to heal.
Silk swirling frocks,
Mingling at the summer ball.
A scented breeze,
Timely sends bursting buds to
Rest upon the lawn.
Purposely the lover places them in
A wicker box, ties it tight with forget-me-nots;
With red rose ink he pens
‘Holly meet me tonight at the folly’.
The story begins.
Summer colour in the cottage garden
The above link to my Lavendermoongirlsbrownharecottage wp site will take you to where the inspiration came from for this poem and photo and will give you more insight into my cottage garden.
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