Making a Simple Collage

This is the spot in the garden where yesterday's natural leaf art was created.
It was made up of flowers from the clump of blue ones at the foot of the ficus shrub, and from the leaf that had dropped from that self same shrub. Both of these are to the right of Boris the bird bath.
(We call him Boris because when we bought him there was some discussion as to whether he was a Doris or a Boris. The grand daughters decided he was a Boris).

Essentially what was created by the leaf, the petals, and the elements was, of course a collage, and that's what I've made to show you.









As you can see we need a few more things but I am a firm believer in using what comes to hand if at all possible. It is part of the fun and the serendipity effect. Also it's good to re-cycle as we all know, and if like me you have a problem throwing bits and pieces like this away it helps to make you feel less guilty about your magpie hoarding as well.
What I'm using is:- a used brown envelope, a piece of card that was a free paint sample, a couple of pieces of tissue paper that had been paper crowns from Christmas crackers. (Yes I'm that sad that I keep those too)! Stick of paper glue, pencil.
Then:-
1. Whether greeting, gift, or place card, cut your card to size and fold in half, taking care to keep the sides square. I used my paint sample for this.
2. Cut a small rectangle or square of contrast paper, and glue in the upper left of the front of your card. With the brown leaf in mind I used a piece of brown envelope. If you can, cut your paper so it's slightly rough edged and not too "careful" looking. As you can see I scrunched up the paper before sticking it and it certainly isn't looking tidy,or even straight, but of course if you like measuring and straight edges this is "you" and you should do it that way.
3. I made some flowers from the used tissue by drawing rough varying sized circles, dissecting these with petal shapes and cutting them out. You can use flowers cut from old cards, magazines, wrapping paper,whatever.
4. Literally throw your flowers roughly where you think they should go and stick them there. If needed you can tweak this a bit to get a better look.
5. You can add words if you like, but there's the basic job done.

Hope you like it.

Tomorrow if you'd like to join me I'll tell you what
made me put this "How To"
on the blog.

Nature's Art

I found this lovely leaf when I did my final clear up of the garden today. As I stooped to pick it up and put it atop the pile on the wheelbarrow I thought it had somehow been splashed with blue paint but I hope you can see what the real source of the colour is. ( Clicking on the photo should bring a larger version on your screen).
Some little blue flowers from the border have become dried onto the fallen leaf of the ficus that grows above them. It is reminiscent of a faded antique print when seen up close, and all the result of wind, rain , and sun, doing their thing. It makes me itch to get back to my paints, and now with the big spring blitz on the garden over I should have the time to climb into the studio and get back to it.



Even if you don't consider yourself artistic this process of nature's melding two images, and colour onto colour, is one that can be easily followed with simple materials to make an attractive image.


I'll show you how tomorrow, just now I'm going to get some rest and recuperaton from my labours in the garden.
Off to make my bedtime drink now.

God Bless.

Feeling Silly?

I had a lovely surprise today when the post brought me a card with a photo of a piglet on the front. The piglet was wearing a fuzzy shocking pink headband with a pom pom bouncing on the end of each of a pair of ant- like antennae.
The caption said

"Take Time Every Day To Do Something Silly".

(I'd love to re-produce the card for you to see but I don't want to break the image copyright, so you'll have to take my word for it this is one appealing piglet)

Apart from the encouragement and news sent with the card the words on the front set me thinking, which I guess was what they were supposed to do.
First thought, "Is this a suggestion that I need to plan for more silliness in addition to my ordinary spontaneous stuff?"
Second thought, " No, this is an endorsement for the silliness I already do and an ENCOURAGEMENT to stick with it." (Kate, who sent me the card knows a bit about how silly I can get).
Threaded with these thoughts was a background sense of the derivation of the word "Silly". Hadn't this word at one time meant "holy"?
Somewhere a bell was ringing so I followed it up with a bit of research and found that prior to 1280 a.d. the word meant "innocent", "pious", "blessed", "blissful" and "happy".
Only later did it slide towards the meaning we now know.

I re-called something silly that I did a while ago which I suppose had been partially planned in as much as I had thought about doing it for a while before I got around to it. I must admit I'm a bit proud of it because not only was it publicly silly, it hurt as well!
We live near the lovely little town of Kenilworth which as well as a castle where Elizabeth the first was entertained, also has the ruins of an abbey. The Abbey Fields are steep at one side with a long descent towards the Abbey Ponds. Every time I went I'd eye that bank and think, "One day I'm going to roll the length of that like we used to do as kids," but for one reason or another I always baulked. Then one day I just handed hubby my glasses, checked the area for doggy does, and got on with it.
I have to report the first time really hurt. I hadn't done this since I was a skinny kid, and well, how can I put this? - there were now more bits of me to get bumped on the way down. And where had I put my arms all those years ago? The third time I got it right, but it was a real learning curve. Or should that be learning slope?
Anyway the reason I'm telling you this isn't just to display my eccentricities but today, remembering this alongside the etymology of the word "Silly", I wonder if the layout of Abbey Fields was the same when the monks were in residence, and if it was, did the monks ever relax and exercise their innocent, blessed, happiness by rolling down the hillside as well?
Whatever they did , hand me my shocking pink headband. No, not that one. The one with the antennae and pompoms...

View from the Borders

View from the flower borders that is, because I'm still weeding and seeding while the wonderful weather holds. (If there is anybody out there reading this I'm not writing a gardening blog, it's just that time of the year).
Despite my efforts to change things over the years the soil here is so full of clay that it is far too heavy and cleggy to work on if it gets wet so it has to be all systems go while I get the chance. Of course if the weather stays sunny too long it turns to concrete and it practically takes a pick to break the ground. At present it's just right, and even hubby said how good the newly turned earth smells. Getting my hands in it is bliss even when it means they feel like a pair of hedgehogs afterwards. Just can't wear gloves to garden.
Unusually I had some time on my own and the house to myself the other day, so I ran through the options of what I could do with this freedom. I could jump in the car and go anywhere for a few hours but in the end the borders won and I went on with my battle to clear the ground. My tussles around the camellias resulted in a lot of buds and blossoms getting knocked off the bush so I rescued a few and put them in a little bowl I'd found in a charity shop. If they only last a very short time they are too lovely to leave where they were.

I know how boring I sound but I love a bit of solitude and I was really enjoying myself.

After I'd finished my stint in the borders, peeled, showered and changed, I took a cup of coffee and my library book and climbed up into the studio. I opened all the windows so that I could hear the children in the gardens around enjoying themselves in the sunshine and settled myself to just sit and be. It was so good to hear the the golden chime of summer floating up on the warm
air in that way that feels so timeless and reassuring.
Hubby had reminded me that there are at least two paintings which need to be finished so I put one up on the easel and spent a good while just looking at it, and then kept looking up from time as I read trying to catch it, (or myself) by surprise and see it through fresh eyes so that it could tell me what was needed to carry it forward.
It is an abstraction on some lakes I love to go to when I go home to Wales. It is a place I love and it often turns up in one form or another when I begin to paint.
Well I now know where I'm going to go with it and can't wait to break out the oil paints and get to it. I know the studio tidy up isn't finished but that will get done around the painting sometime.


Just as well rain is forecast and I can retreat back to my eyrie with a clear conscious, and leave the garden to another time.

Memories are Made of Ths

Another day of bright sunshine so of course the garden won out on out on the list of priorities.
Trying not to over-do it and keep some energy in reserve I put a strict time limit on how long to spend tackling one particular tangled patch, promising myself I wouldn't be tempted to keep doing "just this little bit more."
Wrapped around a cluster of flag irises, peonies, and bluebells, I found this low-growing perennial that originally came from my grandparents home back in Wales. It is the home I was brought up in and where my brother still lives today.
I don't know what it's botanical name is. We called it "snow-on-the-mountain" and it grew in the crevices of the stone wall cascading down, topped with starry white flowers at the back of the house. This wall, typically for houses built on a Welsh hillside, is at the top of the flight of stone steps that led up to the garden perched level with our bedrooms.

As I dug the plant free I smiled as I remembered the time my mother proudly told my father what a good crop of tomatoes she had. Dad, who had been brought up on a farm and hated anything even vaguely agricultural, rather than go into the garden to look, promised her he'd take a look at her tomatoes out of the bedroom window, where he would be almost as near them as he would be had he climbed the steps.
Gardens are a treasury of plants with this power to remind us of loved places and people. Some of mine have been much cherished gifts from garden centres, others like this one have been transplanted from some patch of earth particularly dear to me. With this in mind I potted some up for my daughter, granddaughters, and niece, so that they can have their own bit of the old "Rose Cottage" garden if they want






In another corner of the garden was this little surprise bunch of violets which had sown themselves in a shady pot.

Trying Something New.

Just excited at trying something new today!

Desperately missing painting so I decided to try a small format, like those 6" x 6" I've seen on the daily painting sites. I usual work quite large, which takes a deal of time and energy to complete. The idea with this is to work quickly of course, so what could be better when I'm still in a bit of a slump re. energy.

I didn't have any board prepared so made things difficult for myself by simply cutting a large cardboard envelope to the required size and waded in with acrylics instead of oils. Not ideal, (card buckled and furred, no extender for acrylics so they didn't remain workable), but so much fun.

I finished this in about 1 hour 20 mins and was able to manipulate the paint with my fingers as I usually do. I was surprised at the flexibility working this small allows and how with more preparation of materials and subject it could be possible to make some interesting studies, and exploration of technique and spatial effects. Yum, yum!

Oh, I nearly forgot!

"I DID IT!"

Try something new today yourself.

Goals and How to Achieve Them

You may remember I had made a list of things that I wanted to get done, with the idea that if I had specific goals there would be a much better chance of them getting completed by a certain time.
Can any body tells me how it works when there are constant other demands that push t'others down the list and energy just will not stretch every which way.
For instance coming back from Cornwall I was expecting to finish tidying the studio but the unexpected good weather meant that at last the garden could be tackled, and you just can't book
the weather so of course that took precedent, along with all the regular chores.

These are some of my hubby's
favourite camelias which are
just beginning to go over already.
They flourish on neglect
and mulches of tea bags.

Betwixt gardening and chores there were granddaughters and great grandson on a visit, which is a delight which leads me to suggest a date for a family dinner here. Another delight. Followed by complete melt down, and inability to move a muscle, and there is so much I want to do!
Added to this frustration is the guilt that I do seem to bring this on myself. I KNOW I should ration my activity or hit a physical slump, but there is something so heady in the feeling of achievement when I can just seem to keep steaming ahead.

Perhaps I should forget my targets and just simply "go with the flow" as I usually do, but with a much greater appreciation of what I actually DO achieve by this means.
In this I'm trying to take a lesson from my great grandson who on the completion of any task, gives a victory yell of "I DID IT!" I know it's true that at 2 and a bit a lot of what he's doing is still new to him, but I hope he never loses the sense of himself that he's obviously got now.

Somewhere along the way it becomes easier to take note of what we are NOT achieving than what we really ARE.
Anybody going to join me in celebrating? O.K. think of a thing, anything, no matter how small, that you've done today and yell, ( you can yell in your head, but out loud feels good),

"I DID IT!"

As for the garden I've made a start and there are lettuce and spring onions planted. I'm going to put swiss chard, beetroot, and french beans in the flower borders as they are beautiful to look at as well as eat.

Here is a pastel of courgets and artichokes that I did some time ago.
Don't you think they are as beautiful as flowers? (Sadly not from my garden though).

Our Visit to the Eden Project

The main reason for our trip to Cornwall was the visit to the Eden Project that we'd long been promising ourselves, and I have to say it is really impressive.
Of course everybody heads straight for the Biomes, (pictured above). We opted for the tropical Biome first and there is much to take in, yet from your first step the facts about our amazingly bio-diverse planet are presented in such a way that
you just can't resist being
educated,even should you want to.

Just to give you a taste, one of the many fun ways of learning is the mysterious cabinet on the right, which opens to show something about the history of the spice trade, and how lives were affected by the riches that changed hands as a result.

I'm not going to spoil it by showing you the magical inside just in case you should go yourself one day!









And wouldn't you love to be small enough to get into this velcro suit and learn about seed dispersal by hurling yourself against a wall you could stick to? I know I would have liked to have had a go.









Wherever you looked were folks of all ages enjoying themselves and learning as they went.

On the left are a few of the older "kids" who found it hard to move away once they had become enthralled by the story teller in the Mediterranean Biome.

With all this and much, much ,more, why did I feel a sense that something was missing? As we drove away there was no mistaking a feeling of let down.
Was it just the anti-climax that often follows when we actually get to see what we've long a-waited, or heard glowing reports about? It had been a rich, enjoyable experience and yet...

I guess what was missing for me was the sheer serendipity of nature in the wild. At heart my favourite places are the wild ones. So rich and beautiful as it is, anything as controlled as the Eden Project is has got to leave a bit of me longing for some rugged hills or straggly countryside.
It's just the way I am.

I hope you go and see all that the Eden Project has to offer and see what you think for yourself.

Away From it All - Or Am I?

Well the old magic worked. Having taken almost every shred of warm and waterproof clothing I possess down to Cornwall, the weather turned all kind and gentle; smiling sunnily, and keeping chilliness to the very edges of the wind.
We found lovely cosy retreats in the beautiful quiet of the countryside, and were able to do a lot in a short time, yet still with time to just sit and soak in everything around us.

Athough it's been a long while since we had a break, we fell quite easily into our familiar travel routine.
For instance we try and make a start on any snacks prepared for the journey as soon as we've turned out of the end of the our road. (O.K. it's usually me, but I think driving takes energy, and energy needs replenishing - regularly / frequently ).
When we get to our destination we usually share the settling in process thus. I unpack and stash our belongings, and stow suitcases, whilst husband switches on t.v. and proceeds to find where the different channels are on the remote, sometimes having to wrestle with a freeview remote in his other hand as well. All this is accompanied with various mutterings about the awkwardness or otherwise of the set up, strength of signal, reception, and assurances that he will make a cup of tea once he's got all this sorted.
Sometimes he manages to test the bed springs at the same time, by sitting on the edge of the bed whilst testing the t.v. At others he merely tests my patience by standing stock still right next to the suitcase stand so that I have to weave around him, but such is the concentration needed to find the sports channel I know any protestations will fall on deaf ears.

Wherever we fetch up, it feels like home right away.


The preliminaries over we are free to sally forth and spy out the land. The silvery sun-lit sea was shot just approaching sun-set from the bridge between Teignmouth and Shaldon. The other shot was taken some hours later as we returned from our first visit to a jazz cafe.

Easter Holidays Anyone?

It is has been a by-word with me for years that no matter how late Easter falls, it is still always too early in the year to go away. Well that's how it is in Britain anyway.
No matter how many daffodils are nodding in the breeze the breeze they are nodding in is decidedly nippy, and the little lambs leaping in the fields need those woolly coats.
It may look nice if the sun's out but it's all best seen through a window, and preferably one not too far from my own cosy hearth.
So this year when we are experiencing the worst freakishly cold weather for decades, (even snow further north!) am I looking forward to a snug Easter at home? Am I buffaloes! No, this year we have decided to go down to Cornwall for a few days to take in the Eden Project.
Of course the suitcase will be bulging with all the different layers that life in spring-time Britain normally demands, - and then some. Thank goodness we are going by car and nobody need ever know that I would rather carry all of my wardrobe with me than risk being cold.
Because we are both Welsh we take getting wet as a matter of course.
Anyway I'll let you know what occurred when I get back.



This small painting was buried in my untidy studio. Looking at it now I think it is well suited to being an "Easter" picture, although it is really one of a series that started with seeing the winter sun coming through some trees in a wood near Kenilworth.
We use the word "buried" quite often just as I have done about the painting, when something we are looking for is hidden amongst other stuff, but the only time we are likely to use the word "resurrection" is when something's been brought back from disuse and obscurity. Like an old skirt that's come back into fashion maybe.
Strange that when Easter has far more to do with life out of death "resurrection" than anything else, the things which spring to mind when we mention it are usually "chocolate eggs", "crowded airports", or "It's too early to be going away".

Easter is about new life,
hope re-born.
May you know these Easter Blessings in abundance.