World Watercolor Month Day #16

After procuring some coffee, I returned to my front yard to enjoy the view. Also saw a hummingbird flying around and a wasp drinking out of the bird bath.

World Watercolor Month Day #16

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Blooming!

Everything’s very green but this week the peonies and early day lily Stella D’Ora are blooming! And one of my winter-overed geraniums is going to bloom soon enough – lots of flower buds forming!

Blooming!

Monday – Akaroa and The Giant’s House

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What a thing, The Giant’s House is. How lucky the maker, Josie Martin is to have come to this place, begin a garden, find some shards of china and begin this journey. Her life and art has merged nicely. The garden is a “Garden of National Significance” and in total it’s “The happiest garden on Earth”.

Doesn’t get much better! It rained while we were there, but it was impossible not to smile at the sculptures and the carefully placed pieces of china and cup handles and everything else, the topiary bushes, the beautiful plants and flowers and even the other visitors.

Check out all the photos here

Also pretty cool was this statue of a painter, Charles Meryon, who’d been stationed on a ship here. I thought the concept of the statue was pretty amazing.

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If this is Tuesday, it must be New Zealand!

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More photos here on Flickr

Had a lovely visit with Marge’s friend Sue, looking at her Works-in-Progress, enjoying her fine lunch and chatting outside. The day was exquisitely fine, trees flowering along with Sue’s garden and we sat outside awhile solving all the problems in the world.

A Trio of Mid-June Flowers

There’s a trio of photos waiting for you in this flickr album

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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-seven

I saw the twists of lilies of the valley coming up by the diner this morning and remembered the side yard of my paternal grandparent and my father’s aunt and uncle’s house.

Lilies of the Valley

By the steps, bound with wooden planks,
whorls of leaves appearing suddenly,
fiercely and unreasonably optimistic.
In another side yard, years ago
these same pointed spikes of green
equally dogged and determined and light
filled a barren yard where in summer
the ancient catalpa would cast darkness
so complete, no grass ever grew
but in April and afterward these leaves
arise, an undisturbed tradition, rising
to provide for may day and mothers day
the most fragrant and cherished bouquet.
Here, in my own yard, they endeavor
cheered perhaps by daffodils before them and
holding within those tightly twisted leaves
everything they need to delight the nose
and fill glasses on windowsills everywhere.

Calling it done

I’ve been working on this most of the week, on and off, and I’m calling it done. I learned a lot doing it and I’m pretty darn pleased with how it turned out.