I've finally planted a few bulbs in my garden. I've got sweat peas in a hanging basket and a small watering can, a hydrangea in a large pot and a penstemon in another; this is so I can take them with me when I move out. I’ve also planted three rows of gladioli, and now is the most awful part….standing guard and hoping they grow! I love a beautiful garden, images of the garden at Monk’s house have remained with me, with it’s fantastic dahlia’s standing tall and running along the paths. Charleston garden has left a fantastic impact also, and I hope to aim for such a garden when I have a larger one. In the meanwhile, a lovely picnic bench has been ordered for those sunny afternoons.
For me, a garden full of nature and beautiful plants, are inspiring when it come to my art, as I watch a bird fly down and enjoy the garden, my thoughts linger upon they’re wings for a moment and take flight with them. From much enjoyment, comes good work, it is essential when the chance is available. If I didn’t have the garden, I would have beautiful plants indoors which I do have also.
It’s always about feeding the eyes and in turn, feeding the mind.
Monks House garden