Vintage Blue

Fairies at the bottom of the garden?

I have a brick built garden shed......its dark.....and spidery.....has been know to house the odd rat...there are lots of old crates and stuff which I have yet to investigate.......could I possibly find Tim Roth hiding there???

Sometime a single picture just grabs your attention....Tim Roth with black raven wings does it for me!!

Skellig....I'll be watching!!

Blossom

In my language of flowers book.....blossom means spiritual beauty....

I love the way the centre of the blossom is the same colour as the emerging leaf, bronze against the stark white petals..

..the roses are a mothers day gift.....in a fabulous vintage 'ashes of roses' colour....ashes of roses was taken from the book 'The Thorn Birds' which I read about twenty years ago and it is the only phrase I remember from it!!! I suppose it could mean any colour but to me this is it....aged...faded...antique...vintage....beautiful...

Life goes on

I have aways loved that Shabby Chic Look and really admired Rachel Ashwell, the woman who invented the phase and made the look so fabulous..I've poured over her books and in some small way tried to recreate bits of it in my home.....I can't say how sorry I was to hear that her company has gone bust...especially when so many people have copied her style.

About six months ago Rachel started her blog..it has been amazing to be able to comment to someone famous who you admire..but it also shows all the raw emotions that she is feeling as she goes through the bad times...and her hopes for the future...if you read the comments people have left her it will restore your faith in the human spirit....an anonymous comment really touched me and I just had to print it as wise words for us all.
I hope if you ever read this Rachel hope you didn't mind!!

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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes open,

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads

On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have

A way of falling down in mid flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine

Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate

Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you can really endure,
That you really are strong

And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn ... and you learn

With every goodbye you learn.

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Whoever wrote this ....you are wonderful....

March Morning

These mornings The Lodger is up with the lark...well he's definitely having a laugh..5.30!! come on Boy....somehow I manage to stop his nagging until ..oh...6.01....then I give up and take him out...although as you can see from our walk this morning there are some benefits...

."OK can we go home now there icicles on my beard you know!!!"..

Nearly home......

Spring yellow

Fabulous weather.....lovely daffodils....spring is here....

..mossy green.....pretty primroses....

.....a touch of heaven inside...

Moodboard

I re-worked my moodboard with new images to inspire me to sort this house out and finish unpacking.......

.....it has been five months after all!!!!

Badger

Last week I found you in our lane
I thought you where dead
Hit by a passing car
I went to move you from the road
so no-one else could damage you
as my hand got close
you sighed
a shallow breath
but a breath,
you are alive
you are hurt and I call for help but no-one answers
a message left to help you from your pain.

As I turn the corner I pray that you are gone
moved by a braver soul than me
the muddy lane reveals your body disappeared
my relief washed over me.

But no you are there
dragged undignified to the side
limbs outstretched unmoving that breath truly left you now.

I ask what to do with you..
a few yards from mine and others garden gates
surely you cannot stay.

No-one helps and you stay shaded by the yew tree
your tough black digging talons muddy from your last forage
your nose bloody from impact.

Each time I walk out your unseeing eye watches me
even when I don't look the cloudy glassy eye sees
and on the dogs last walk of the night
even in that bleak blackness I feel your presence there.

The weather is warm and as I pass you a slight odour
sweet and familiar in an unknown way
catches my nostrils
The dogs are mad for you
you are tempting them as they strain at the leads.

This morning was promising a beautiful spring day
a day you will never see the like of again
you've moved slightly
as if you'd felt the need to get slightly more comfortable
in your grave of fallen leaves
fresh grass growing round you.

I covered you with a thatch of old delphinium stems
grown stiff and dry over winter
and I heaped good soil
full of leaf mound and ash
on top of you
you are laid to rest
your accusing eye left in peace
to decay in dignity.

Kay

My Garden Path

My beautiful hellebore's in rusty urn.....

Today has been weird......

( Rows of daffodils waiting to bloom...this was going to be my veggie patch before I saw this lot growing.....there are so many I'll be selling them at the garden gate!!)

This morning it snowed.....I had to take the Lodger for his three monthly appointment with the dog groomer..he was shivering even before we got there.....

When we got back the sun was out and the bank of gorgeous heather at the front of my house which is in full bloom was covered in bees and butterflies!!!!!!

But by 4pm the skies had darkened and the snow was falling again......I hope those butterflies have somewhere to shelter....

..All different colours of hellebore's hiding under hedges...

Corey over at 'Tongue in cheek' is showing her lovely garden in the South of France...

My garden says spring is well on the way..but my heating is still going full blast...brrrrr!!

There are patches of tiny violets emerging all over.....

..and the Daphne is almost all out in flower..we need a bit of warmth to smell the fabulous scent it has.......