Friday, July 29, 2011

Reflected glory

I love the way still water can contain skies and landscapes, and sometimes - some gently stirring copper-hued grasses. Gardening, upside-down :-)

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Infinity Now

Detail from Hollow Brook Gardens
The world this morning is all quiet and post-rain glistening... which somehow brought to mind William Blake's Auguries of Innocence:

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Alrightey, onwards to start the working day!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Scented pleasures

Although this summer's sweet pea have been scanty flowerers, they've produced more than enough to have a permanent presence in the home.

I've loved creating little miniature arrangements: one or two blossoms in a teeny shot glass, perched on my bathroom sink, close enough to wonder at the beauty of their colouring.

And their scent is transformative!

Anyhoo, it is a glorious sunshiney day in Dublin. Heading out to walk by the seashore :-)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Weekend blooms

Now that I'm reunited with my camera cord, and before the vortex of another work week draws me in, some piccies to share from two visits to June Blake's garden over the last few weeks.

Beautiful planting and setting :-)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

From red to red

It would appear that someone:

- manoeuvered her way through a pile of wool
- opened the (sealed) plastic bag of red wool
- removed one ball
- took said ball over to the sofa; discarded label; enjoyed some playtime
- wove the wool off the sofa, around the chair legs...
...under the fridge, around the shopping...
...then executed a neat turn in to the bathroom, where a colour-coordinated rug beckoned.

And I thought my day had been productive :-)

Monday, July 18, 2011

Appetite for destruction

"After that Phorbas, the son of Metion from Syene, and the Libyan Amphimedon, who were both eager to join battle, slipped and fell in the blood with which the ground was warm and sodden all around. As they tried to rise, Perseus' sword prevented them; for he drove it through the ribs of Amphimedon, and through Phorbas' throat. Erytus, son of Actor, whose weapon was a broad-bladed axe, met a different fate. It was not with his hooked sword that Perseus struck him, but instead, he lifted in his two hands a huge drinking-cup, weighty and massive, with decorations in high relief, and brought this crashing down on his opponent. Erytus vomited up a stream of scarlet blood and..."

Alrightey then, that's Ovid off the Lunchtime Reading List.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Got kin?

Curled up with little black cat, idling through poems by Hafiz this morning:

I Got Kin

So that your own heart
Will grow.

So God will think,

I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting that soul over
For coffee and

Because this is a food
Our starving world

Because that is the purest


Course, I am now contemplating how mightily tasty a freshly-baked cinnamon twirly roll would be right now...