This part of my blog is all about the things I collect or the things I make myself. I love so many things, I paint and draw and want to learn oils and pastels. I knit and crochet but want to learn tatting. I embroider and can turn my hand to most things given a chance. So much still to learn and do. I live in hope of some day reading all my books, learning all I want to learn and now I am learning to blog. You will often find my original poems, poor as they are I offer them here. I also appreciate other people art and will feature things I find that I have enjoyed. That includes pictures of fairies and fantasy or maybe just anything beautiful.
I try to use my own photo's as much as possible, sometimes I borrow from the web. If I inadvertently use your picture without giving credit, please do let me know and I will either credit or remove it, I hope you will do the same with mine.
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Monday, August 13, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Lavender fields in Shoreham Kent. Isn't this just beautiful? Pure Fantasy but its such a wonderful colour. This is Lavender though and I hope to see some fields of Lavender some day. I can not imagine the smell of it.
ladies fair, I bring to you
lavender with spikes of blue;
sweeter plant was never found
growing on our english ground."
Early morning fog slowly drifts in from the sea
through open windows
to touch alarm clocks precariously perched on bedside tables,
and to gently whisper into dreams behind closed eyelids;
then to toss aside sheets scented by the sea air
to awaken thoughts that compose their own creative symphony as you sleep ever so peacefully with your mouth slightly ajar.
The fog drifts on through the house that murmurs with conversations from the past:
people from long ago who sometimes make you smile.
The kitchen is still except for the smell of coffee that drifts in from fishing boats begining to paint the sea with their own abstract patterns.
Seagulls rush to pull the clouds into billowing parachutes of lavender light.
The sea breeze slowly tangles curtains that are hung upon clothes lines within gardens of scented roses and children's toys.
Wood ferns reach for the fog and kiss the droplets of water that fall upon them.
Love awakens you,
and you wonder why you smell lavender drifting through the air while telephones ring and morning awakens your world;
a random thought that tosses your hair as you tie yourself into your morning suit and run out the door waving good-bye to lavender scented sheets.
Thanks to all the wonderful photographers who I do not know. I love your work and share it here with pleasure.