Huh, fancy that ...

Look what happened to me today.
There I was nonchalantly filling jars with floral bits and pieces, when I knocked one of said jars off the bench. This is how it landed. It sploshed water all over the floor whilst in mid-flight but landed upside down, half full and sealed!

What can I say? I went to the farm ... I get very excited by flowers ... I have a camera; this is the result!

Thoughts from the Garden

It is the sensuous lure of Spring,

fickle in her pleasure taking,

that pushes the magnolia –

laden warm wafts of Summer

at you. Only to let them ebb

as the cooling stream of Winter’s

Favourite, violet, trickles over you.

a pulsating, yet languorous tease,

the spray of Summer’s surf

dousing the chill undercurrents

of Winter. Ebb and flow,

Waft and trickle, Summer’s

Pleasure, Winter’s sleep, promises

and memories hang

from Spring’s willowy tendrils.

First Paeony

Isn't she beautiful????
I patiently abide, watching for Mum's paeonies to burst throught their bud cocoons, but this little treasure was waiting for me at Hanging Rock on the weekend! The first I have seen this year and what a spectacular show; quite unusual to see blooms like this on a tree paeony.

Aaaaahhhh, I just want to talk to her all day long.

Alone with my giant soap bubbles...

People do eat odd things

Isle of Man, September:

Textures from the windswept, seaswept castle

We did go to the park

 

This was Sunday, now it's thursday and it's grey and pouring; oh well, you've got to take the good with the bad!