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.