Take a sideways glance, see things differently. Twist and turn, change the colours, change the exposure, change the contrast. Fire in the sky, glowing, shining, silhouetted, the world can be an amazing place.
The Sun is shining in through the side window now the trees on the East side of the garden have lost their leaves. The Sun rises further South East in the autumn and winter. Its shining on the ‘great stack’ of knitted toys. They are usually on the setee but I moved them so people can sit on it. Behind is one if our numerous book cases. I would love it if it was neatly stacked, colour coordinated like they are on design shows. But that’s not what a working bookcase looks like! The top shelves are rarely touched and I sometimes find cobwebs up there. I’m sure the ornaments on the top shelf up near the ceiling will be covered in dust. But there is too much art supplies in boxes in front of it…
Disorganised, chaotic, too much stuff. Magpie, collector of ornaments, canvases, paints, visual memorabilia. I’m an artist, I can’t help myself.
Seeing a family of swans preceding a canal boat this afternoon had me feeling so happy this afternoon. They were a bit like some sort of honour guard flotilla.
Then seeing the shadows on the bridge, it’s a really nice shape. I also admired the sign writing on Echo, so we’ll done.
The willow tree on the bank is still green, not tinged by cold air yet. In fact today was as warm as mid summer.
I must take a sketch book with me tomorrow.
Warning, this post contains an image of a spider. Don’t look if you don’t like them. It’s a garden spider so it’s quite big……
Left a gap so people don’t have to look. It’s a garden spider, building its web outside the kitchen window. It had been battered by a rain shower that had happened a few minutes ago.
6am, sunlight creeps in
and bathes the dusty books
with a golden glow
chases away the cobwebs
sings loudly by the door
breaks vases with a sparkle
finds dust motes in the air.
Sunlight cleans and bleaches
exposes over and over
till red book covers are faded
now salmon pink
Sunlight tinged with heat
warms your head
tickles your feet
raises a smile
makes you feel alive
a photosynthetic dash
of vitamin D
Sunlight is Life.
I’m craving bright plants and flowers,
Summer sun and bright blue skies,
Piled up with blousy flowers
Swiss chard and marigolds
Poppies and antirrhinums
Names that scramble on the tongue
But bloom on the ground.
Days to sit on the patio getting hot,
Or in the summerhouse keeping cool
……. Instead? Rain and wind!
I realise why poppies don’t flower in our garden. It’s too shady. I’ve been out and looking at people’s gardens and the ones in full sun are resplendent with poppies, ours are short weedy things. I’m going to have to have some of the overgrowth cut back a bit. I do not want to make it tidy or remove stuff for the birds but I’m growing a wood or forest in the garden. Bearing in mind it’s the area where two terraced houses were and their yards we have three cherry trees two apple trees, a walnut, two or three Ash trees, two baby oak trees, a sycamore, an acer, a mountain Ash tree, a pear tree, a eucalyptus, a willow tree, a laurel Bush a couple of Holly bushes and elderberry that are taking on tree like proportions. The walnut is raided by a squirrel which plants them so we have baby walnuts growing. Plus there is a lot if ground cover ivy and geraniums. It’s a jungle out there. I feel very lucky to have the land but I think I will contact our local wildlife Trust to see if they can help.