Garden gorgeousness

The memory of a cold and grey May has already faded - it only takes one or two days of sunny weather to banish all grey from my mind. Just three weeks ago the wisteria was sulking in a chilly wind . . .

now, on a balmy June afternoon all is gorgeousness.

After forgetting to plant all the tulip bulbs bought online last autumn in a mad flurry of garden wishful thinking, and finding them lurking at the back of the shed in February . . . I made a new discovery.

I decided in March (with nothing to loose) to plant them out in pots, reasoning that at least the bulbs would 'do' better in soil, but not expecting much in the way of flowers. What a great surprise to find that almost all of them flowered very well, and I wish I'd taken more photos and done more sketching. 

They have such wonderful shapes - perfect for printmaking projects.

My style in the garden is a little relaxed and I love the tumble of greens in the hedge. Especially where we've allowed the hawthorn to grow up and out of the main body of the hedge, with some of the branches sweeping down, speckling the greens with creamy blossoms.

Elsewhere aquilegias are appearing where I haven't placed them,

creating interesting colour combinations. I like the deep maroon in amongst the golden marjoram, but not something I would have deliberately put together. 

Forget-me-nots colonising an unfinished border, which will now remain unfinished until they have done flowering.

Daisies and cherry blossom in the grass . . .

and a tree peony making an appearance. Despite looking so delicate aquilegias are ruffians at heart, and they're popping up all over,

even in the gravel by the back door.

We've put a bench in the meadow (the best place for us to catch the evening sun) a place to unwind with a glass of something good . . .

Paths cut through the grass and wild plants, although a work in progress it's really quite idyllic.

Ice Age Art

After an early morning attempt at being a domestic goddess I took myself off to the British Museum for an afternoon of thoughtful contemplation. It's one of my favourite places, there are so many ideas contained within the artefacts, so much food for thought - absolute bliss.

I went to see Ice Age art, (extended until 2 June) an exhibition of pieces made sometime between 40,000 and 10,000 years ago, many of the pieces made with mammoth ivory and reindeer antler. Beautifully skilful work made by artists with an understanding of scale, perspective and abstraction, all concepts that we associate with the 'modern mind'.

This male figure caught my eye, perhaps because all the other figures were the female type we expect from this period (I've not seen a male figure before). Thought to be a doll or puppet like sculpture and made from mammoth tusk. 

I especially like the way the shadows implies legs.

This sophisticated, long, slim leaf shaped piece of flint is impressively thin. At just 6mm it's almost translucent and much too fragile to be a spear tip. We can see the skill and dexterity of the maker, (experimentation has shown it takes about 5 hours to make) but remain mystified as to why it was made.

My photograph does nothing for this piece. But this was the piece that made me draw a breath and think How Wonderful. I can not explain why - the elegance of the horses form, perhaps the abstracted woodland through which he runs, or the confidence of line, I don't know. . .

A pair of swimming reindeer, made from mammoth ivory.

The great court, the BM’s inner courtyard is the largest covered public square in Europe, a two-acre space enclosed by an impressive glass roof, and it feels fresh each time I see it.

On my way from the exhibition to the book shop - a foregone conclusion!

Back home and revealing the booty of my visit! 

Images from the book, Ice Age art, showing the imagination and the exquisite nature of the work on show. 

End of a long dark winter . . .

It felt like a long and dark winter (and not just the weather) thankfully some warmth is returning to the soil. Not just warmth, colour too . . . hurrah!

And if ever an excuse not to cut the grass was needed, this warm sunshine has peppered daisies throughout the lawn - how cruel it would be to mow them down. 

I'd thought we were weeks behind with spring growth, however this blossom was photographed on 6 May 2008 . . .

and this is today's apple blossom. If the weather keeps on like this, I would guess that in a weeks time it'll be pretty much at the same stage. This is a worry because we're still sporadically waking up to a frosty garden, and that could wreck all the apple blossom.

With my new enthusiasm for colour I couldn't resist the temptation to pick up my camera and have a wander around the garden.

With the accompaniment of a couple of large bumble bees and some birdsong, I could see how much now needs attention, but I like to think I'm supporting a whole host of insect life with my relaxed approach to gardening, which has to be a good thing.

 Forget-me-knots against the wall, with a bit of herb robert hiding at the back,

and yellow tulips starting to reveal themselves (a lack of spring flowers was making me feel a little cheated) we're on a frost line and get a predominantly north westerly wind so the back garden can be a difficult environment in spring - we're due a frost tonight . . . there was frost this morning . . . there was frost over the weekend . . .

The front garden is south facing (a big difference there, you can see with the desiccated lavender at the back) and it seems suddenly it's all systems a go-go.

Flynn and Rufus have been following in my footsteps all morning, not sure what I was up to but hopeful something delicious might turn up

Pretty pulmonaria at the base of one side of a hedge,

cowslips on the other side.

Sulphurous yellow daffodils growing up through sage, not a combination I'm too fond of now but they are really cheerful on a grey day so I've left them there.

I was pleasantly surprised to find these pots of pasque flowers had survived the winter, they were hidden outside at the back of the house where it's coldest and wettest - rescued now for a new bed.

I have a soft spot for magnolias, in general they don't like a shallow chalky soil but this little stellata has never disappointed.

Weekend at the Book Fair

I was rushing around in the weeks before BABE a bit like a mad woman - constantly reminding myself to be more organised (which I'm getting better at) but . . . this is what I was up to with just 5 days to go, assembling Falling Gently and finishing Stony Stories.

Nevertheless I did get my act together. This is the second book fair I've done, and I wanted my stand to look tempting - how to do that?? 

This time, no disheveled piles of books, but open and accessible and hopefully inviting too. I wanted people to feel that they could pick up any of the books on the table and have a good look. 

However, I now have a little list of things to do next time.

1. make sure every thing is clearly priced (doh!)

2. bags. bags. bags.

3. business cards

4. bring plenty of workshop fliers (it's not clever to run out)

5. a cloth for the table wouldn't go amiss - dark cloths showed off the work better . .

6. bring healthy snacks - cake is too, too tempting!

With about 100 artists taking part, spread throughout the Arnolfini Gallery, Bristol, there was much to see, so I was thrilled when Mr B came along and I could take some time out for a good look around. 

It meant I could talk with other exhibiters and see what was going on - always a good thing.

View from behind a table!  

It was lovely to catch up with friends dropping by (some I hadn't seen in ages) and meeting so many people who made great comments, and interesting and varied conversations. I had a great time, it was huge fun.

Now everything is tidied away it is time to start work on a broadside for the al-Mutanabbi street coalition.

Half Moon Run - Call Me in the Afternoon

What a happy find . . . 

Birthday AND Surprise!

Yesterday was number one son's birthday - he's snuck up to 27 (I'm officially middle aged ah-hem . . .) anyhow, I'd noticed this lovely red envelop and assumed it was a card for him, so I left it on the work top.

Eventually I turned it over - ooh, addressed to me. Full of curiosity - who was sending this to me? (an American post mark) . . .

I opened it to find this FAB card from a friend I met at Penland, Lauren. Check out her wonderful work at firebrand press