Before i left the garden through the somewhat unkempt & overgrown gate, a Red Admiral alighted upon a leaf to warm itself in the suns smile. Its silhouette through the decaying leaf like shadows upon stained glass.
|The shadow of a Red Admiral, so beautiful.|
I really must sort that gate out as each time i go through it i lose more threads from my jumper. Entering the field i head towards the lake, it is bathed in golden light & sunbeams, surrounded by patches of rambling brambles. A rich weedy green aroma wafts around & there is more than a hint of Autumns steady decay in the air. I love this time of year, & although the verdant freshness of Spring & the heavy richness of Summer greens, all hot & herbaceous, are wonderful, as i reach September i'm ready for something new & the subtle changes of hue in the landscape with that promise of the saturated hues of October & November to come, suit me just fine. The spreading brambles were full of stained glass loveliness & a tangle of spiky Autumn hued leaves & stems, rampant & colourful offering up its clusters of deep purple, almost black fruity grenades has to be one of natures nicest treats. Only weeks ago i was picking Blackberries & had to be selective, picking only the ripe & the juicy ones, the others red & not yet yielding to ripeness & the green ones, tight & nut hard, still holding onto their delicious secret for awhile longer. None of this selective musings amongst the berries now, all of them are dark & yield so willingly with only a smidge of pull needed to unburden them from their prickly home. Some so soft i would swear that they burst before even being touched. As i wandered around the lake i picked & plucked & with fingers stained purple a fine breakfast they made.
|How beautiful is the humble bramble at the start of Autumn.|
|I've been murdering Blackberries again.|
|A tangle of rampant beautiful berries glossy, juicy & yummy.|
I do hope that with my blog i will offer an insight into the life of someone who loves nature & being surrounded by it. As romanticised as many of you will think the life of an artist is i will endeavour to be completely honest about it. Its not all a bed of Roses you know & there have been many times where i have been looking down the back of the sofa for some money but hopefully if i work hard & honestly & putting my heart & soul in everything i do then i think i'll be ok.
|Green gold shadows & sunbeams dapple across the lakeside meadow.|
|The lake, green & still & glorious.|