Thursday 3 December 2009

Early Summer


























Maybe it is wrong of me but today the garden spoke to me in the clearest tones - maybe because the sense of one season ending and another one beginning was so strong there. Yes there were roses and other plants that were looking a bit hot and tired, already worn out by the unseasonal heat we have experienced.

Yet there was also many roses in full, magnificent bloom. Hydrangeas of all shapes and colours, hiding in the shade or being more bold in their display.

The tiniest white flowers dotted like confetti amongst the green and others that looked like they had picked up their skirts and run here from an English wild meadow.

A different scent enticed my nose today and it took me a while to realise that there were also lillies in bloom.

Christmas in this garden will hold different scents again.

Sunday 25 October 2009

Mid Spring















I entered the garden after a long absence and gasped at the lush beauty before me.

The garden was verdant and welcoming with dappled shade and sunlit corners.  The grass had been newly mown and that lovely scent mingled with the perfume of roses to sweetly guide my way around the garden.

It was a warm day for Spring and this seemed to intensify the colours and scents.  For some reason it felt as though I was walking through a Van Gogh painting come to life - perhaps the blue of the sky and the tulips and irises blooming had a little to do with that.

A bore water sprinkler lazily spun, the hiss  and splash of water a soothing accompaniment to my wandering.

Wednesday 5 August 2009

Early August















A Spring bright and blue day in Craignish.  The air had an added clarity, everything appeared sharp and well defined.

Every tiny daffodil, every tiny iris seemed polished and perfect.  Camellias showed off their ballerina like ruffles, nodding in time to the song of the magpies.

The lines of black pots which I photographed seemingly empty a couple of months ago are now shot through with green shoots, growing strongly into the light.

In a pot filled with water, a black goldfish swam.

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