I was determined to photograph our resident deer who, in the day, inhabits the thickets around the edge of the meadow. I was lucky. As I reached the corner she bounded out of the hawthorn bushes.
For about 3 weeks every year the trees in our garden share their blossom reflecting the vision of the garden's creator. The large pink flowers of wild cherry, the pale delicate flowers of apple and plum and the dazzling white of the hawthorn. This year they all emerged in the last few days of April and the first few days of May but when I looked at the cherry trees today much of their blossom had already withered or been blown away. A sad end to one of the most beautiful sites my garden has to offer but to appreciate the beauty of the cherry tree is to live a good life.
Ode to my fence (from a post I made in March on my #creativeHE blog)
This might seem like a strange title but it represents the outcome of a #creativeHE hands-on 'Creativity in the Making' conversation that I have been co-facilitating with John Rae over the last two weeks (March 6-20th). The basic idea for this conversation was to invite participants to make something and to create a narrative about their making process to try and tease out how creatvity featured in the process. Alongside this practical making, John and I, assisted by Joy Whitton tried to encourage participants to think about the process of making and share their own perspectives. What has emerged (and is still emerging as a write this) is an interesting and rich set of perspectives. At the time of the conversation one of my fences was being taken down and a new one built so I used it as the subject of my making. The artefacts I made are in the form of a narrative and a film which I posted on YouTube. Its a good example of how my garden inspires me to make and create and to think about it from an ecological perspective.
Its been the hottest May Bank Holiday ever peaking at nearly 28C. For the last four days we have had an azure blue sky with no clouds/ Its still very warm but the first clouds have reappeared signalling a change is on the way.
This weekend is very special to me.. it’s the 19th anniversary of the death of my first wife. I remember her all the time but particularly when I’m in the garden – she loved the garden and often sat in it to drink her mid-morning coffee. Every year at this time she sends me a gentle reminder, as the for-get-me-knots sprout up all over the garden and woods. They are so pretty and modest yet so resilient and hardy – very much like her. I feel her spirit lives on in this natural cycle of renewal which will go on forever.