I get very little time to spend in my garden these days, so I really savour my time out there, walking around very slowly, and just looking, observing, staring, enjoying.
And I love to bring flowers in from the garden, to enjoy in the house.
There's never lots to pick, but it just takes one flower, and I'm happy as can be. Today I was quite extravagant, and took most of the roses blooming in the garden. I just fancied having a nice sized bunch in the house, where I can be closer to them, rather than gazing at them from inside the house.
I placed them amongst some of my 'things', in my studio. They smell like the most expensive rose perfume. I've never smelt an expensive rose perfume, but I imagine it smells just like the real scent of a rose.
I'm so out of touch with the plants in my garden, I'm starting to forget some of their names. That is a sign that I'm very, very out of touch with my garden, I usually know all the names and varieties. "Mrs. N. Thompson". Phew, that's the name of one of the Clematis I have in the garden, I haven't forgotten everything.
For example, my blog. I started it on 13 October 2007, so I've been composing blog posts regularly for four years this October.
All those photographs, all those thoughts and words, thousands of hours, and I never really look back and mull over what I've been doing, it's always about moving on, the next thing, onwards and upwards, push, push, push.
I think it would be impossible to select a few photographs from the thousands I've taken, so I just did a few mosaics of randomly selected photos, not necessarily the best, not thought about much, just, "I like that, I'll pop that one in".
Years! Amazing, it doesn't feel like years I've been doing this blog. How has four years (almost) passed without me realising?
It's good to stop and take stock occasionally don't you think? Stop and smell the roses, sort of thing.