Three golden fishes cut from an article about a fantasy jelly maker who makes jellies for film sets...
The rose I planted three years ago, blooming for the first time. Her name is Madame Alfred Carriere.
The garden looking lush, green, magical and wild.
A new little planting of dark purple violas and silver helichrysum to cheer up the back of the house.A long walk in the hills over sheepy moorland and down into hidden wooded valleys full of birdsong and silence, breathing in bluebells, feeling the warm sun, finding a ruined farmhouse with an upended tub of table salt, rusted milk churns, a mangle, old jam jars, a table, the brass fender still there all tarnished and black. Hearing chiffchaffs and seeing redstarts, but no cuckoos as I had hoped.
A hare with beautiful long ears leaping across the road in front of the car*.
A surprise amaryllis bloom discovered craning its neck towards the light in the cellar and brought upstairs to be beautiful.
Still the creative block. Nothing to show.*This is the work of the sublimely talented Anna Ravenscroft whose work I have long desired to own. Copyright is hers. You can buy her work here.
9 comments:
your blog is creative..just gave me a whole lot of pleasure. Thank you.
Creative block? With a lovely post like that, with beautiful pics? I think not! :) xx
And you think yur blog isn't creative? Magical writing! and your garden is so peaceful, restful and spiritual. (And yes, I was there two days ago, so I can speak with authority! ;) )
And where was that ruined farmhouse???
Much to show, Sue, and thank you for sharing it with us.
The golden fish, the surprize of the amaryllis in the basement, the walk, the deserted farmhouse.
Tell me, what are chiffchaffs?
xo
It's very frustrating when your creativity has taken leave for a while. The trouble is your brain tells you that you 'should' be creating and when creativity is not flowing, it makes the frustration even worse. Well that's my take on it anyway. I'm sure it will come back with a thunder bolt soon.
Thank you people! You are very kind. Frances, you can see a chiffchaff here. Mum, the ruined farmhouse was on the slopes of Wincle Minn, called Mareknowles on the map :-)
Found it! Maybe I could get to Wincle Minn by car, looks promising!
I adore Mme Alfred Carriere. I grew her in Seattle, but now I am in Los Angeles, and no longer have her to enjoy. What a lovely reminder.
I love hares, we saw one in the Dales on wednesday. i love your blog and your thoughts in this post...I think I killed my Albertine rose, its looked sad for two years with no flowers, so I moved it on monday and then realised it had finally got buds and now its even sadder...and so am I...any advice?
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