Tuesday, May 28, 2013

I Think Mice Are Rather Nice

I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long, their faces small;
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink, their teeth are white;
They run about the house at night.
They nibble things they shouldn't touch;
And no one seems to like them much,
but I think mice are rather nice.
Rose Fyleman
This poem reminds me of when I was a child and came into my head after I bought this picture at a car boot sale at the weekend.
I could hear it whispering "buy me, buy me"  and I knew that if I didn't, then later on at home I would regret it. So I followed my instinct and paid the £3.50 (a bargain!) and brought it home with me, ignoring the odd looks from the daughter and husband. I'm so glad that I did. It looks as if it's a picture of  maybe the Royal Ballet, Beatrix Potter characters that someone has kept and put in an old heavy glass frame?
                                                                        ~*~
After a cup of tea and a loving cuddle with my new bargain mousy picture....Squeak squeak! ;)  I wandered down to a local garden, which was open  for the National gardens scheme.
Cantax house is the home of Sculptor Deborah Van Der Beek and the garden is an interesting treat.
As soon as I walked in my spirits soared  to see the beautiful wild flower cow parsley so often cut down on roadside verges left to show off it's delicate beauty.
It really set off these wonderful wood carved men folk in their wildness. 
There were enticing windows and doorways. 
And white forgetmenots. Something I don't have in my own garden, but something I must try and get growing.
The Iron man,  I think? 

I love this bird. 
I wish I'd took a few more photos of this one, as he was very thought provoking. A baby bird in his hand and his stomach had burger, fries and beer bottle tops embedded. His back had toy cars and parts of mobile phones. Do you see the hands and feet coming out of the top of his head? 
All in all an enjoyable day and the sun shone too.
Now it's back to work....

x

Monday, May 20, 2013

Original Paintings For Sale

My 'Winter' paintings  have just come back from the framers. I've been meaning to get these done  for ages and finally got around to it. Something I can tick off the list. Yay!
Quite a lot of folk have enquired whether these paintings were going to be for sale so I can now share that, yes, they will be going into my Etsy shop on Wednesday 22nd May at 7pm (UK time)
                                                             
                                                                           ~*~
There were some beautiful moments of light this weekend. I managed to capture some of them.
I was up at dawn on Saturday morning and this was my view from the bedroom window.
A liquid gold seeping through the clouds. 
The gold came and went that day.I caught another glimpse later in the evening.
Here the young ash illuminated. The light behind it's new leaves making it a vivid sulphur yellow.
Sun caught through branches, as it was setting.

I will leave you with a song named Sunlight, in which I love the imagery.


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Walking In Woods

Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land

~A E Housman

I've been walking in woods. Away from the noise of roads and traffic. A cathedral bursting with green and birdsong. A place to listen to your thoughts, and let go of baggage and chatterings of the modern world.
When I walk in the woods I wonder what it would be like to live here away from everything for a whole year. I would learn the language of the birds and be quiet under foot as woodland creatures are.  I would discover where the birds made their nests and I would be dressed in green  of course, so no one would really notice me there.
 Hours would be sat  up high on a comfortable branch watching and sharing the view with the rooks. I would need a head for heights and be an exceptional tree climber. I'm sure I could acquire these skills.... ;)
But at night I would come down and sleep among the moss and leaves beneath a twiggy shelter made of hazel sticks....
I found violets in the woods.
and orchids in the spaces between.
 From a distance the beautiful blackthorn was wearing a cloak of snow. Snow in Spring. Snow made of petals. Or a white cloak of lace, a Spring bride.


At home in the garden the Apple tree is also wearing her coat of many blossoms.


"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come."
-- Chinese proverb


Some little birds appeared in the Holly tree today.
And look! then they tried to nest in my basket.....
Keep an eye on Etsy over the next few days as they will be making a flight to my shop.
Tweet tweet, chirp chirp....
xx