Wild Iris

This weekend I came accross this delightful little book at Stark Eyers. Perfect for a Christmas present. In fact so delightful that I had to have one too so I bought two, you know, in case no-one thinks of it for me. Tongue in cheek but full of really useful stuff it soon had me giggling and planning a beer garden. But more on that later.

Wild Iris's Herbal Handbook

Illustrated and written by Sandy Mitchell (see her illustrations on her site) who is clearly great at juggling. (mom, business woman, herbal agony aunt & general fundi, illustrator amonst others) I'm green.

Now you see me, now you don't

I came home yesterday to a mystery.
My much written about rose geranium twig has gone missing.




Short of stature with green eyes and brown stem. Last seen she was wearing 6 bright new leaves. Personally my money is on an alien abduction. (I just know that the garden service couldn't possibly have committed such a heinous crime.)

Skeletons in my closet.

This is a post to those dear and departed, who came into my garden full of life and unfortunately left under duress. I would like to offer my condolences to their families and give them my assurance that I will do my utmost not to repeat the mistakes that have lead to their tragic early demise.

The Greatful Dead

Yours sincerely

H. Bottomley

Monday Blues?

Just remember there's always someone out there who is worse off.

The other half live...perfectly

On Saturday I tootled off with my camera to an open garden in Bishopscourt held by an artist in aid of St. Lukes. I dutifully paid my Entrance fee and was handed my tea ticket. And then I wandered in and into another world.


A beautiful formal garden with loads of lavender beds interrupted by serene scenes of bronze cheetahs and buck grazing beneath the trees.

Then there where the gazebos, and the beds in blue and white. Climbing roses drooping with big beautiful apricot heads and more lavender.
Even the 'veggie patch' was beautiful. I saw no bugs, only bees, and looking down a mud patch on my knees.

Clipped hedges with not a hair out of place...well maybe one.

And I suddenly felt much better.

Muses

Yesterday I had such a nice comment from Freshly Found who is starting to rival my addiction to coffee. Today as usual I went for my hit and found this great link to Jezzeblog. I am always struck by how much of our inspiration comes from the natural shapes and colours that surround us and how we re-interpret them.


Here is my take on a starfish as paving. If you stop to think about it ,we're really a very funky species. Have a great weekend.

Who can resist such charm.