Copper Beech

Such a lovely tree

Cooper beech

See me.

Burnished copper and purple,

deep shine

So fine,

I want you to be mine.

Plant you in the garden,

Let your roots entwine

Copper Beech you beauty,

you are so fine.

Copper and bronze

draped leaves

Hanging above our heads,

Shining in the summer sun.

Autumn, your leaves are shed.

Spring is here

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Rain, it makes buds swell and leaves unfurl in the spring. We had to wait for it to rain this year. The trees took a while to come into leaf, and although most of the trees in the garden are covered some are just coming out.

I don’t know what to do though, we have a lot of trees in the garden. If you Google map us you can’t see the ground. It does make for a lot of shade! DSC_2003_optimized (2)

But that doesn’t mean you can’t grow interesting plants. The ones in the foreground are wild garlic. We also have some new Zealand plants from a plant fair, and tomorrow we should be getting a few Woad plants!

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The only unshaded part is South at the back of the garden. Apart from a massive laurel Bush that has turned into a bit of a thug of a tree. Sadly it needs cutting back. I’ve got someone coming to do it just not sure when. What I don’t want to do is disturb any nesting birds.

I will take some photos when it’s tidy? Which might be by autumn!

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Druid revisited

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I’ve done some more to this acrylic on canvas. I have added more definition around the leaves but tried to leave some of the subtlety of colour in other places. It has some sparkle in the paints to give it a slightly frosted appearance as if leaves have piled up, but the face of the druid is emerging from it.

About 16″ by 12″ this is one of my more abstract pieces based on the green man theme.

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Weeping willow

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When I was a child I would sit next to your trunk

Hiding from view being your green screen.

Your roots must run deep down in the ground,

Water running through the earth,

Turning your leaves green before other trees.

Skeleton twigs surround you

Dark evergreen screens you

But only you swirl and wave in the breeze.

Dancing a ballet of soft leaves,

Your dress curves and waves in folds.

Once fully grown with green

Your leaves will make my hiding den again.

Reddish

 

Red leaves sprawl on the ground. Reddish brown flights of fancy.

Reddish butterflies spin and whirl. Red and yellow stir the air.

Rubera and Ochre and verdant green. Colours of Autumn shape the world. Russet fingers fling outwards.

Brown’s burn to red, fire and gold. Blackened and rotting as cold and rain dampen their crisp outlines.

Give back to the soil, returning to earth. Wilderness and suburbs mashed together, following the floating leaves down stream to the sea.

Life renews, water falls, tree branches lie dormant until warmth returns to rebuild their leaves from the air we breathe.