Painted Garden

Last week I had lunch with good friends at Virginia's house....she is an artist and I was longing to see what she has been working on, fancy a sneak peak? 

...we sat in her amazing garden amongst the roses and the bumble bees...a riot of scent and colour...we babbled and talked and mused...ate and drank and babbled...and then she showed us her watercolour sketches for new canvases...a joyous riot of flowers, pattern and colour...

...how we swooned...

...later, I was reflecting on all the luminous colours, layered, sheer watercolours and remembered this poem that always makes me smile and think of Virginia...

I have discovered a new order to the spectrum

It goes like this: henna marigold saffron aloe

lapis indigo orchid. Here I am an outlaw

an adventurer striding toward the outer reaches of awe

the edges of every colour. I wring out

each shade until laughing I invent new ones.

Anthropologie 

You can see more of Virginia's work here. 

I will post more of this lovely poem about colour next time. I found it a few years back in an Anthropologie catalogue, I have no idea who the author is and a Google search has proved fruitless, if you happen to know I would be thrilled if you would update me.

Until then...Test Match Special awaits...

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