Monthly Archives: May 2015

Hard to capture…

The clematis in the garden have been beautiful this month. Some as big as dinner plates, with subtly different shading and furry centres. 1-128___05I decided to make it my stitch journal flower for May, but it was hard to capture the vibrancy and colour of the real thing. But the process of paying attention and observing these opening blooms, and then learning how to select fabrics, threads, techniques and colours to represent them, is what I wanted the stitch journal to be about. So the end result is secondary, and I am enjoying the journey.

Click here to see all my Weavers Garden Flower Journal pieces so far.



This is the time of year when I often sit in our conservatory, with its colourful views of the garden and its good light for reading or sewing. Today there is the added bonus of the sweet fragrance of orange blossom. Our potted orange tree is flowering, releasing its heavy scent, and reminding me of Mediterranean holidays, sitting under shady trees where oranges hang heavy like golden globes against the blue sky. I am amazed at the way those trees seem to be able to blossom and bear fruit at the same time.
Sadly there are no fruit here on our potted tree, but there other refugees from Mediterranean climes. The bougainvillea flowering valiantly in purple against the grey sky, and the undemanding succulent, living quietly on the windowsill all winter, pushing forth its exotic flowers.

Our regular walk at Kingston Lacy this morning revealed more exotic treats. Glorious tree peonies which can hardly hold their heavy flowers upright, delicate orchids in the Victorian glass house, and neon coloured delicately scented deciduous azaleas…

Who needs faraway holidays, with all this on the doorstep…

Garden sweets

Tasks to do in the garden today included stretching netting over our (rather large) fruit cage. It was definitely a two person job, and a bit of a challenge, but we did it. And now the swelling cherries, and green strings of tiny currants, can begin to ripen and sweeten in the sun,  with less chance of them all being eaten by birds. They always get some though…1-IMG_2787The garden at this time of year is glorious, and a wander around provides a feast of different kind –  lots of “eye candy” of colours, shapes and views.

Wide Stretches

Lovely sunshine today, and after stretching some muscles I didn’t know I had in my Pilates class, I decided to take a quick trip to the beach. It was warm enough in the sun to sit and drink coffee on the cafe terrace,  watching a few hardy souls swimming, coloured caps bobbing in choppy, cold looking waves. The beach was not busy, a few toddlers filling and emptying buckets with fine powdery sand, and some guys fishing at the waves edge. I took a gentle stroll along the flat sand, patterned with countless colourful shells and stones, watching the shapes of waves. Then I returned to the cliff top and sat in the sun, viewing the wide expanses of sea, sky and empty stretches of sand.
There is nothing like a walk along the beach to widen the vision!

Looking toward Hengistbury Head and The Needles

Looking toward Hengistbury Head and The Needles

View to Old Harry Rocks

View to Old Harry Rocks

Path less travelled

It’s bluebell time and we have a wonderful ancient woodland nearby which is carpeted with these beautiful flowers at this time of year. We set off to walk around the wood the other morning but were put off by all the cars parked all along both sides of the nearby lane. Obviously lots of others had the same idea, the path to the bluebell wood was very busy…
So we drove on and found a quieter place to walk.

Along an old track we met dog walkers and not many others. We enjoyed bird song, sweet smells of damp woodland, and banks of bluebells under lime green shade. Other wild flowers offered their own delicate and less intense beauty, and we took time to stand and stare.

Two old pathways, both well worn, one less popular than the other. Sometimes less is more…