This time because it is hard to kick away the props. It was only ever supposed to be a set of 12 months, but I never imagined the role these trees would take on. But enough now. I will be back with pictures of the spring flowers if they ever do their thing – there are definitely some promising signs, and right through December, rather weirdly, there have been patches of violets flowering away in the patch we have appropriated for a memorial. Climate change?
Got to start with the blossom: blackthorn, plum, peach, rosemary – and the tiniest glimpse of the stunning pink quince we won’t actually get to see:
Wild orchids, violets and cowslips:
Plenty of these little fellows scuttling around:
The best wood burner ever (came from the Far East!):
Bitter black coffee in my favourite china…
And finally can’t resist this picture:
Because it is so crazy – it’s the reflection of a tree in a muddy puddle. (Yes, there was a LOT of water around). I am working out how to get those colours together…I feel another dyeing session coming on as soon as I get home – maybe silk and alpaca for that one?
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