Spring days
Sunshine on an early Spring day heralds the start of potion mixing season. Fairy soup, home made perfumes and curious bath time essences. Oh how I remember doing this in my own childhood and whilst I quietly dispose of the stagnant, rotting contents after suitable period of time has passed I cannot help but smile to know that blossom and water can still provide so much fun in a digital age.
The rhubarb has flowered once again. I cut the stems quickly, eager for the plant to return its energy to fruiting, these un-furling pink and green cauliflower like heads provide a strange sort of beauty when placed in a vase.
Tea outdoors, of course it tastes better.
Alongside potion mixing, den building is the order of the day.
Cherry blossom against a wide Suffolk sky. A promise of the fruits to come.
Sunshine on an early Spring day heralds the start of potion mixing season. Fairy soup, home made perfumes and curious bath time essences. Oh how I remember doing this in my own childhood and whilst I quietly dispose of the stagnant, rotting contents after suitable period of time has passed I cannot help but smile to know that blossom and water can still provide so much fun in a digital age.
The rhubarb has flowered once again. I cut the stems quickly, eager for the plant to return its energy to fruiting, these un-furling pink and green cauliflower like heads provide a strange sort of beauty when placed in a vase.
Tea outdoors, of course it tastes better.
Alongside potion mixing, den building is the order of the day.
Cherry blossom against a wide Suffolk sky. A promise of the fruits to come.
Comments
Pomona x
I was a potion maker too!
Nina x
blah.
... those were the days...