Finally….Botanical Beauty (2016) was my entry into our GARDEN art exhibition recently held. It was printed on linen (although I also have a copy printed on archive quality fine art photography paper too) and it looks amazing! I was so happy with it after a nervous start when I realised the original photo was taken on my phone and not my trusty canon!
It’s such a great feeling when an image comes together just as you imagined in your head.
Winter isn’t the normal time for roses to bloom. It is a time of dormancy and pruning, caring and quiet bare branches. Apparently my roses did not get this message as today, after all the recent cold weather and the torrential rain…I have roses blooming on bare branches…delicate, fragile and the palest pink…a perfect winter rose.
Orchids are quite contradictory. They look exotic, appear fragile, are expensive and are apparently notoriously difficult to grow…especially where I live, an area known for its frequently rainfall, salt laden sea air and crisp mountain breezes. And yet, in a tiny corner in my garden where my roses and blueberries always fail, my very neglected orchid plant has again blossomed for the second time ever. And… not one, not two…. but incredibly four stems dripping full of gorgeous orchid buds. This one I cut and have brought indoors to enjoy.
So they may appear exotic, fragile, hard to grow and expensive, but in a little corner of Taranaki they are growing, quite literally, like a common weed! Not exotic or expensive, not fragile, not hard to grow….and I am thrilled to bits.
Why is it so dam’n hard to say I am sorry? It is such a short little sentence.
It shouldn’t be so hard…. Especially to say to those we love. Yet it seems hardest then.
Maybe the roses, greenery and rosemary picked from our garden, tied in a bow and left for them to find, will help me to say the three hardest words to say…I am sorry.
Sunlight, movement, and flowers…or were they actually weeds? Do I care?
Not really. I enjoyed their late-summer, dried and near dead spent blooms (seed pods?) as they swayed in the wind along the farm fence-lines, as I zoomed by.
The Hydrangeas are out…Some people love the all white ones, some love the pretty sky blue ones or perhaps the all pink ones…but I like the muted, mixed-up, muddled looking ones as they go from full bloom to final fade…
Sometimes you get to witness something special.
A monarch drying out its new wings and preparing for flight. Some, I understand, fly thousands of kilometres from North America to Mexico and back, while our New Zealand ones prefer to stay home!
I found these in my mother’s garden…so pretty at such a sad time.
There has been a loss in our extended family. And amongst these flowers in my mother’s garden.. we gathered as family and friends at a candle lit table at dusk… to reflect, to laugh together, to share a meal, reminisce and comfort each other at the passing of a dear friend, a family member and a lovely lady now gone.