The trees stand knee deep in grass.
We really haven't had this sort of a June for two years.
Its not too hot but sunny enough to walk about outside, leave the door open and take a drink outside and sit.
You know if you have been reading this blog for a while that I have garden failures, but we actually have a few flowers this year. I don't know if I dare say this out loud but it may be that a garden without a dog succeeds as a garden more easily than one with.(But of course its a bit empty otherwise).
Because the sun is shining I am noticing the things that come up every year.
This close up reminds me of my spiky brooches.
Or little starfish.
Can you tell what it is yet?
Lovely no-fuss annual display. It smells of apples. I have never noticed this before.
Viewed closely its like lace.
Climbing hydrangea.
Here's another kind of lace....
Oh dear....
Isn't it a shame the days fly by? Is it because I'm getting older?
Its Woolfest on Friday and Saturday and I sent my two vessels and some brooches.
Do you remember the 'bleurrgh' vessel?
It now has a shape change and applique..
and a title
I left the plain one plain.
It also has a title: '...peace comes dropping slow..'
They are lines from the poem by Yeats 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'.
They are inspired by my visit to the west of Ireland in March where I was filled with the peace and the beauty of the Burren. I hope I have captured the colours and the atmosphere in these two vessels.
Perhaps you will see me or them at Woolfest on the IFA stand.