New paintings and regular art updates.
I know the plants at the back but what are they at the front? Spikey little rosettes with little red flowers. Like little hens hiding in grass! I know a lot of things but not this and didn’t see a label to explain what they are. Seen at Bodnant Gardens in North Wales last Thursday.
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Today is day 8 of the October 1″ drawing challenge. This is just a quick sketch of our hanging baskets outside the window. Because they are in the back yard they are a bit walmer than in the main garden so although it’s got chilly there has not been a frost to kill them off. If I remember I will take a few photos tomorrow. I also coloured the picture in with a sketching app.
The flowers are Begonias, Fushias, Lobelia and others I don’t remember.
When the sun set tonight it as like the sky was on fire. A deep purple/blue shading down to maroon, red, orange and then yellow.
I’m not sure I have quite the right colours on my phone camera, they seem slightly more intense, but that’s to do with how the eye accommodates in low light levels.
Whatever the colours the reality was spectacular. Beautiful. Colourful. Awesome. I would have liked to see the horizon but I was going into choir practice and didn’t have the time to drive over the other side of the hill.
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It’s on again! My hubby shouted from the kitchen. He’d been outside to check round the garden, and found the back light of his bike was flashing. But he’d turned it off after he’d found it flashing earlier. It was one of those multi function lights with different patterns each time you press the button.
Well has anyone got into the garden? I asked. No one can get through the fence, and why would they want to switch a flashing rear light on. I don’t know, he said but I’ve switched it off.
The next night he was checking round the garden again. It’s on again! He said excitedly. Well it must be broken, bring it in. It’s probably got rain in it.
So last night I walked in the kitchen, it was on again. I pressed the button on the back. Eventually it switched off. We went out for an hour and when we came back it was on again!
I know what to do. So I opened it up and loosened the battery, then I put the front lens back in place. As I went to walk away the lens popped off and landed on the floor! It made me jump! The outcome? It’s in the bin!
I’m not sure why these are inside a building and not outside by the side of the canal to be used? Perhaps they are old and not the correct standard anymore. Maybe they have been stored in case they are needed? Maybe they are for use by the boat club that meets in the warehouse sometimes. Yes that is damp at the bottom of the wall. The building is between the trent and Mersey canal and the Cauldon canal. It is actually lower down than the water on one side, and next to a deep lock on the other side. So water might be slowly seeping in and the building is over a hundred years old.
Back to the life belts, I guess you could grab them and use them if someone falls in the lock….. I might find out about them…
Red hair and green eyed, pale skinned, she stood in the garden in the rain. She looked out over the countryside and remembered her old family farm.
Sadness overwhelmed her as she thought of her mother and father. It was ten years ago since they had died and she wished they were still here. She wanted to be able to pick up the phone and talk to them. She’d always called on Sunday nights. Then one day her father was ill, and in hospital, he passed away that night . Later in the same week her mother died of a heart attack, they said she had a broken heart.
All this was long ago, but the longing to be with them never ended. Her sister had stayed on the farm and inherited it. The problem was they didn’t get on anymore. She couldn’t face going home to the farm. She thought of her red hair, her green eyes, but she had no fire in her mind, no jealousy in her thoughts. The outside did not signify how she felt. She went in and closed the back door.
Workman’s gloves, these have been tucked behind this pipe for over a year. Like a pink octopus hiding in a crevice in the rock. I imagine the workman or woman who was using them. Did their contract end and they just pushed them behind the pipe thinking they woukd be back in the morning. I can see them being put there then gradually getting soaked over the years. Spiders and slugs colonising them. Each month the sun bleaches them more. Did they start out as red? Were they comfortable or too big or small? I don’t know. They are an enigma.
