Who said strawberries had to wait for Wimbledon?!!
The blackbird was so happy at the plot the other day. It was time to remove the mesh from 4 gooseberry bushes. He's been keeping an eye on them for weeks. He pecked around our feet as we negotiated thorny stems, then gorged on all the dropped berries after we had done. Later he brought his enormous chicks over to feast on all the grubs that the hoe disturbed. I'm surprised they could still fly afterwards.
The plot has that beautiful meadow look, dreams of becoming one, I'm sure. Tall grasses and daisies sway in the breeze pretending that weeding isn't top of our to-do-list. The new beans are opening up broad hands of leaves and just deciding to climb canes. The corn and courgette seedlings are in the ground, looking relieved to have escaped their pots and to have made it to proper ground. The onion stems are full of soaked-up rain. Their stems squeak when you brush past them. The herb bed is stunning, everything pushing out in the sun. Oregano leans on thyme and stray love-in-a-mist.
And I've been busy in the kitchen and the back yard here, not quite sure what I'm up to with paints and pastels, but just doing it anyway.
Here's part of an in-progress piece. Still getting the hang of showing some of this new work here, so sorry for being annoying. Come round and sit in the chaos that is my kitchen and eat some berries with me and then you can take a look.
Collaged papers, acrylic, pastel, scrubbing brush, smiling.
Look what's coming next.....