Brie Anne asks us this week
“So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
This is so easy for me to answer. I am surrounded by “my muse”. Every day I walk round the garden noticing the changes, marvelling at the beauty and colour, seeing flowers slowly fade and new ones take their place.
This morning I took my camera for a walk with me, as I often do, and these are just a few of the things I noticed.
This apricot poinsettia has been flowering for weeks and shows no signs of wilting.
The sun throws vibrant shadows of this crucifixion orchid on the new fence. Below it a new bud is opening to take the place of the slowly fading flower.
As the flowers come and go the foliage, in many shades and hues, fill the garden beds with colour the whole year.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
These ants are only about 1 centimetre long and they were covering the flower buds on this jade plant. Do you see that other strange-looking spiky caterpillar? It is so small I only noticed it when I downloaded the photos.
Finally I went round the corner to say hello to our blue tongue lizard as he lay draped over the rock sunbathing.
He was almost camouflaged among the bromeliads and rocks.
The glory of gardening:
hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature.
To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.
gypsy life 