"Caer" to join me.........

......for a stroll around Caerhays Estate?

Apparently the garden is about two weeks off being at it's very best!
Well I must say I was so drunk taking in the camelias, magnolias and rhodies that were already magnificent I don't think I could have coped with much more splendour in one afternoon.

Home again with Cornish spoils!

MIL's garden has almost as many Camelias as Caerhays and so the car was filled to the brim with them as we left. I have filled jugs, vases, bottles and mugs.......

When we arrived home an Australian parcel was awaiting adorned with flora from another continent, how amazing!


Thank you so much for your lovely birthday wishes ~ hope you are enjoying a sunny weekend wherever you are in the world,

love Sarah

xXx

Heading West

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again"

Heading West, to Devon to see Magpie and then on to western tip of this our island to bathe in camelias and rhodedendrons and blow out a few more candles!

See you when we get back!



xXx

Eve's pudding

Van Goch

My dreams are especially vivid at the moment.

Night after night I find myself surrounded by fruit trees, apples, cherries, pears, mulberries, medlars, quince.

Every night this week I have visited an orchard, a small ancient orchard around which I wander in my nightie!

As I float through it I gaze wonderously at bough after bough of sweet soft blush blossom


and then miraculously those same boughs are laden with ruby red fruits and I am stumbling on the mounds of windfall

Apple trees have been etched on my consciousness all my life.

From as far back as I have memories I ate from this bowl.

I would scrape the food away to reveal that apple tree somehow worried it mught not be there or exactly as I remembered it, I would stare at those rosy apples.

Later I would try to recreate that tree with my paints and pencils, over and over again in my sketch book.

I love this painting by Deb Grise the apples are so brilliantly suggested

It seems that we are all beginning to think of blossom, Country Living has a beautifully illustrated piece this month that I have been returning to over and over again.

As I was driving home the other day I turned the radio on and as serendipity would have it caught the first play of the new Fleet Foxes song ~ listen here if you are interested.

It so captured my mood, so ethereal and strangely appropriate.

My eyes pricked with tears.

I especially loved these lyrics

I was raised up believing

I was somehow unique

Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes

Unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking

I'd say I'd rather be

A functioning cog in some great machinery

Serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be

I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station

Oh just tell me what I should do

I don't need to be kind to the armies of night

That would do such injustice to you

Or bow down and be grateful

And say "Sure take all that you see"

To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls

And determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe

I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing

It's that every thing that I see

Of the world outside is so inconceivable

Often I barely can speak

Yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy

And I can't keep it to myself

What good is it to sing helplessness blues?

Why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf

I'll come back to you someday soon myself

If I had an orchard

I'd work till I'm raw

If i had an orchard

I'd work till I'm sore

And you would wait tables

And soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight

My light in the dawn

If I had an orchardI'd work till I'm sore

If I had an orchardI'd work till I'm sore

Someday I'll beLike the man on the screen

Pissaro

Yes, I think if I had an orchard I too would work until I'm sore.

I have been thinking about The House with the purple trees a lot too.........

All this night time wandering can make a girl hungry so I am planning to bake Eve's Pudding for tea tonight, yum!

Hope you all have a lovely weekend

from the girl in the orchard

xXx

Heartsease

On saturday afternoon when the day turned to pure gold I was suddenly filled with a sense of urgency. I rushed outside and began hastily snapping the first brave spring flowers. Faces velvety, open and turned towards the sun, colours glowing.

Ordinarily I would spend time thinking about composition and light ~ but no! I just snapped away. When it came to this mosaic no time was spent on laying out, I just added them in the order I took the photos! Very unusual for me and quite liberating.

The vegetable beds are looking very forlorn, the brassicas have survived well though, yum!

The helebores are really flowering prolifically now but the pansies and violas have me captivated, their wonderful colour combinations and sweet delicate scent.

Today is an altogether different proposition, I need one of these

I am so glad I spent a rainy afternoon in October last year potting up tulip bulbs and adding pansies and violas for winter interest above them.

Today is quite a contrast to the glory of Saturday, grey and mizzly. A day for making things and being indoors. I am going to press some of my favourite flowers and have a go at this.

The other result of days and days of mizzle is baking.

I love to bake cakes when I can't be outdoors. What could be nicer than a piping hot cuppa accompanied by a freshly made cake decorated with flowers?

You could be really decadent and throw in some whipped cream!

I suppose I can't ignore the date entirely, yes that time of year again.

I somewhat disapprove of Valentine's Day and Mr.Lane knows this.

(I can't bear red roses flown hundreds of miles and cynically shoved in a black bucket at the front door of the supermarket.)
As a consequence I am unlikely to receive a shop bought card or flowers, instead I find little scrawlings artfully placed around the house and never on the actual day!

So far this year?

A doodled cupid/achilles hybrid and a marvelous diagram of Wolfie Adams playing darts.

I do love you Mr.Lane x

I am fascinated by the Victorian custom of using the language of flowers and I suppose before the advent of e-mail, facebook, twitter etc. to recieve an anonimous card and or posy must have been heartstoppingly exciting. (Mind you, remember the difficulties it caused Bathsheba!)

I think it best to know you are loved all days!

xXx


PS Did you know there was a butterfly called a "blue pansy"

extraordinarily beautiful

And back to the language of flowers, love this Rosetti painting

x