Wednesday, November 16, 2011
feeding the soul
Brighid's photography is improving don't you think? Head, shoulders, rose, all in the centre-ish of the picture.
Brighid with the roses I grew from cuttings, the wandering Jew and the jerusalem artichokes.
Sometimes it is an idyllic retreat from organised life, a romantic view through dappled light.
Other times, the lawn needs mowing and everything needs weeding. Jersualem artichokes almost everywhere. I remember when everything was empty and filling any dream involved spending. Now, everything needs weeding but flowers feed my soul and vegetables feed my stomach.
Blog post of the day: Scott Hamilton at Reading The Maps on the significance of the tea party in Epsom.