Sun & flowers

Given the season’s weather (for those in the part of the world around the UK), I thought to add some colourful and bright photos…

In my yesterday’s post on jam and food waste I was showing the refurbished balcony in Austria – it did look a bit barren! The photos were taken just after the company finished working on the wooden structure that had to be replaced as the old was completely falling apart.

This time I’m showing some pictures – nothing special but at least there is bright sun light and flowers – of the balcony after the addition of some small plants.

Actually, the tallish green on the side of the balcony is now gone – someone stole it (all of the plants, vase and vase-holder)… unbelievable!

The blue-purple flowers are particularly loved by bees – a good bee-friendly way to add colour to one’s “garden”. They are called Aster (“Aster dumosus Sapphire”). Notice the bee in the photos below (yay):

And finally, a plant I had for ages and bloomed just before my arrive (isn’t that nice?)

of roses and random little objects

Some time ago, walking in Hampstead Village on a lazy afternoon, I sighted some little things and brought them home with me.

The first was a little rose plant with five blossoms in a tender pale cream with pink undertones – one of my favourite flower colours. Weeks into her new stay, the rose was rehoused in a larger green pot and unexpectedly (I by no means have a green thumb) thrived fairly well on the little place by the window. In recent days, the last of its blossoms, it was the tiniest one, surprised and showed us its beautiful heart in a shade of pale antique pink. As nothing lasts, although we wish so, I took a few pictures of my little rose, hoping to capture its tender appearance in an immutable form. Rationally, I am aware that it is a futile exercise, because change is a constant that we ought to accept as natural and even embrace. Following this first theme, my mind brought back Nick Cave’s ‘Where the Wild Roses Grow‘, inspired by the traditional song ‘Down in the Willow Garden’; his music has a fascinating mix of dark and romantic tones and I truly recommend his ‘Murder Ballads’ record. Sadly this song is about the killing of a beautiful woman.

my pale sweet rose

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Pale Rose Petals wool

The Little Prince and his Rose by ~lulii13omgtribute to The Little Prince and his Rose by lulii13omg, from Deviant Art

Carefully carrying my little rose around, back on that day we first met, we went on to visit a little covered vintage market. It was late in the day and some of the stalls were already packing their items. I stopped by a table with a couple of little boxes, you know those with an assorted mix of random things in them, to see what really there was inside. I carefully chose a few little curious objects, some old buttons and cuff links (?), a pin brooch, a necklace clasp, some 70s brooch, a green brush, a little metal whistle and a horn crochet hook (it must be an old one). The seller had plenty of high-end items at the stand, so I guess it was almost a relief to give away some of this no-name pieces… so I got my little shopping bag for a very inexpensive price – which is a good way to keep quiet that little voice of guilt, deep down there.

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I am not sure how these little things will be put to use one day, but I enjoyed choosing them and making a place for them in a cute little box of mine. A bit silly, isn’t it?

On a lazy Sunday stroll in town I found..

[of colours, nature and harmony]

a few more pieces that aroused my interest. More details in another post, here just a peek..

flower field by the deep riverflower field by the deep river

 

green is for Hope
green is for Hope

 

at the foot of the mountain
at the foot of the mountain

 

Observing the folds in the photo above, my mind associated the image with the 16th-century ‘Bathing Feet in a Mountain Landscape‘ silk painting by Hsieh Shih-ch’en (please have a look at the page, I’ll wait for you): if you follow the link, zoom-in the image to see the details and the serene person resting in the nature. From the Arts Connected’s webpage here is a peaceful inscription from the painting:

In deep seclusion the eastern wind blows fallen blossoms,

The whole river of spring water ripples with cloudy mist;

The wanderer’s song has ceased and he is entirely at leisure,

Resting by an old valley pine while the sun has not yet set.

(Hsieh Shih-ch’en)

[Disclosure: I’m not an art expert.. just came across this while searching for some definition!] I hope these last words brought some calmness and harmony into your first day of the week. Take good care x