My garden of flowers
is also my garden of dreams.
The thoughts grow as freely
as the flowers
Time has
flown by, since the workshop at Lucinda’s. It was a fabulous day enjoyed by all. Sunshine and
stitching; daffodils, daisies and old linen; bees and beehives; vintage
teacups, and of course great company.
Following the
workshop came an invitation to afternoon tea, where as well as the daintiest
little sandwiches and most delicious lemon drizzle cake, there was the
opportunity to meet Dr Lynn Hulse – a skilled embroiderer from the Ashmolean
Museum.
With so much
inspiration and ideas for new stitching projects, it was difficult to know
where to begin first and I got rather side-tracked with making a little
handmade paper book
containing stitched flower illustrations and a short
description of the folklore and symbolism of each flower.
I had not quite finished with stitching
daffodils, and the Spring Garden that we stitched at the workshop developed
into a simple meadow scene where white daffodils grew wild amongst the tall grasses.
As Spring finally arrived, stitching
was put to one side and my attention turned to the garden. The warmer weather brought
on a flurry of growth, however the cold winds and frost seemed to have
affected my precious Cornus Kousa “Miss Satomi” and I had to finally accept
that there was no hope for it and that it was dead.
In contrast, the Cornus Kousa “Aurora” flourished and produced a stunning display of beautiful white flowers that flutter in the breeze like scraps of the finest linen.
The roses surrounding the back of the house are heavy with masses of blooms,
almost obscuring the windows,
In contrast, the Cornus Kousa “Aurora” flourished and produced a stunning display of beautiful white flowers that flutter in the breeze like scraps of the finest linen.
The roses surrounding the back of the house are heavy with masses of blooms,
almost obscuring the windows,
The hedge at the back of the garden has
been home to several little nesting birds – including blue tits, great tits and coal tits.
As they fledged, the air has been full of tiny smidgeons of feathered baby birds
appearing to fall straight from the sky and then be tossed around the garden
to perch by the wind.
As they fledged, the air has been full of tiny smidgeons of feathered baby birds
appearing to fall straight from the sky and then be tossed around the garden
from perch
to perch by the wind.
male and
female blackbird siblings have been entertaining us with their antics and clowning. Jostling and squabbling with each other and feeding voraciously on the half coconut hanging from the bird feeder.
It seemed
appropriate to name them Laura and Hardy!
The birds are not alone in their liking for the coconut feeder -
the little mouse that had caught Evie's attention has found a safer way to feed...
much to the surprise of the next young bird that flew down for a feed.
Lots has been
happening too at the allotment, but that is for another day….
xxx