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First sign of spring… May 23, 2016

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April can be cruel. Barely awake after the winter sleep, we peep through the curtains every morning in search for signs of spring, and then Her Majesty the Bleeding Heart (Dicentra spectabilis) makes an appearance. A little premature perhaps, but protected from the remnants of winter she stubbornly unfolds and decides to stay.

Bleeding heart (1 of 4)

Once there, well established in a sheltered bed, awash by an unexpected lasting April sun she’s ready to be eternalized. Had it not been for the persistent wind, forcing her to while away the days in  a hectic rhumba.

Patiently we watch her day by day; more hearts swinging and swaying in the wind. April turns to May, days get warmer, and then she starts to fade…

We await the perfect moment, the perfect light, the perfect stem, the perfect angle… but all we get is wind.

Until we’re saved by the rain and rain and more rain and the wind has the decency to calm down, and she smartens herself up with a few shining droplets, helds her breath and leave it all to me.

And it will be another year.








The last sunday of august September 13, 2015

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It’s one of these rare August days, when summer has decided to reappear. If it hadn’t been for the wind, it would have been too hot. At the same time, the wind annoys me. It grabs hold of the flowers in an aggressive way, but sometimes thinks better of it and change its course, or even abruptly slows down.

The right corner of my terrace has been a symphony in pink this summer. I love to sit here and just watch, admire rather. If it were early spring I would think out new ideas, leap to my feet, rearrange some pots, and then sit down. Whereas now, I let everything be. Some flowers are gone. I have trashed them without sentimentality, the black soil is gaping at me.

The climbers are among my favourites. The Clematis has unexpectedly produced maroon flowers all summer long, and the delicate leaves still look beautiful. The Perennial Pea still forces its way up the espalier. The wind and the heavy rain have made the greenery ruffled, but the few delicate, pink flowers attract my attention again and again.

I can still smell the lilac Petunias. All summer long, the strong and overwhelming smell has wafted through my open bedroom window on weekend early mornings. It’s not really a point to care for them any longer, but I make a mental note to keep exactly the same arrangement next summer. Never change a winning team, I conclude with satisfaction.

My small vegetable garden didn’t work out. The Basil drowned before I realised it didn’t like the rain. And I was never able to sprinkle my pizza with Rocket from the garden. It simply didn’t thrive. The Chive has willingly grown without hesitation all summer long though.

The sun comes and goes and reminds me that autumn is on its way. I look for my jacket every other ten minute, when a sky has taken the sun into prison. It gets surprisingly dark, as if somebody has turned off the light. I shudder and remove my sun glasses. I think of all the rainy days this summer and how they were perfect for soft photography. But all the time we were longing for the sun.

The wind comes from nowhere, attacks my hair, the sweat peas next to me move abruptly and gives out a strong smell, the newspaper left casually on the floorboards shifts position and rustles together with the trees. I should be going inside, I should go to my computer and write this down, or work on some photos, do anything that matters….Instead I grab my book, and once again wrap my jacket tightly around me. But the next second I let it go, and I pick up my sunglasses that are left carelessly on the floor.



Cornish flowers…. August 7, 2012

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Looking back on my photos this summer, I don’t see much variation…. Flowers, and more flowers. A trip to Cornwall in early July gave me plenty of photo opportunities. The small town Fowey was full of flowers; hanging baskets and all sorts of other containers full of various annuals in beautiful combinations. Everything so well composed and well maintained.

We also visited some public gardens and were lucky that the Foxgloves were at their best. For the most part we saw the dark pink ones, extremely decorative against the green and lush grass. The Foxgloves are more or less everywhere but not often in our gardens together with the other perennials. But they are so elegant; and span from from the dark pink to the beautiful, innocent white….

Another pink beauty set against a green “wall”:

Poppies have always been a favourite and I was extremely happy when I found these stunning examples in Pineteum Park. When the fragile petals leave the flower, the magnificent seedcapsule appears…. Look at this one; the colour of the petals really matches the seedcapsule! It’s a wonder….

And talking about the pinks and the mauves…. On our daily walk in Fowey we passed these beautiful Marguerites set against a back cloth of yellow… I wanted a special photo, but it was close to the shore and windy. The flowers were swaying, hardly a moment’s peace. But I made it in the end, after a million shots and among them half a million not that sharp….

The Common Yarrow is a wild flower. Years ago, when I was drying flowers I was always searching the road side ditches for the pink one,  but mostly found the white one. But the Yarrow is also a perennial and I saw this beautiful specimen in the nursery of Pinetum Park garden. Nice and yellow!

But back to the pink department…. I was sorry to realise that the Peons were gone, until I found this one. The only one to have survived the bad weather in the area.

The Hortensia was absolutely everywhere, in many many shades. Back home we often see the blue and we think it looks kind of artificial, at least I do. But look at it, real close. Another wonder…. and Cornwall was full of them!

Lobelia was the first annual I took a liking to. For years and years we had one variety at our garden centers; the dark blue. A few years ago came the pink one, these days we have many more blues and more pinks…. But the one below was new to me, I saw it in Polruan outside a private house. So simple – so beautiful!

I have no idea what this is…. but it’s a blue, true beauty in Headland Garden, Polruan….