I am a tulip devotee. I see them as a reward for getting through winter. They are a celebration life.
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in ’t!
There will be dark times, there will be light. There will be time to open up, time to close down. We’re all learning.
The bright border is at its midsummer zenith!
Plants, like people, have an inner light. When the sun shines on them, they glow.
I can’t paint or draw. Gardening is my way of splashing around with colour, creating new combinations and having a few happy accidents. My media, right now, is tulips.
The birth of the tulips has been laboured and slow this year, but their emergence is a triumph.
There are so many signs of spring, but we can’t quite shake off winter. It’s like we have a fifth season, spr-inter. Its colours are minty-fresh, but with a hint of honey…
It’s time to come indoors and snuggle up in a massive jumper and thick socks.
There is one thing I love gazing at more than flowers. Baubles.
I am a ‘colour pop’ kind of a girl. But occasionally, with a light frost, I am forced to focus on the neutrals. With the aid of my new book all about colour, I can now distinguish my buff from my fawn!
Let’s celebrate those who dare to be different. Who let their madness shine through. Who receive a frosty reception but do it anyway.