Did you see me make this photo yesterday in stories? I enjoy sharing my behind the scenes. This photo wasn't planned, it just sort of happened all by itself.
Would you like to hear the story behind the photo?
I was feeling pretty ropey last Friday. Low, ill, exhausted... you know the kind of thing. So, on Saturday I had a long lie in. I heard the postman come while I was still in bed. As it was 10.30am by then, I thought I should probably get up. So I did.
And there on the doorstep was a box of flowers!
The message in the box said 'Enjoy! With love and best wishes :))'
And that was all.
I still don't know who they were from.
But, those flowers brightened my living room with beautiful colour all week long. The roses opened, and three pale blue irises unfurled among them. When I looked at the flowers, I would wonder who they were from. It made me smile.
After a week, some of the roses were wilting, and the irises were dying. So I decided to cut the remaining flower heads, and float them in water. I like doing that because it gives flowers a new lease of life, and it looks soooo pretty.
So, on stories, I cut the flowers and floated them in this bowl; 'a heart, because it was a gift'.
The result was so pretty, I thought I should take a photo.
So I did.
And here it is.
My bowl of roses sits on the floor, looking pretty.
And now I'm sharing the photo with you. I hope you like it.
And I hope you liked the story.
If you are feeling like I did last Friday, then consider this heart as a virtual hug, just for you ♥.
We are all excited to welcome everyone here to @fforestgather this afternoon for week 1.
So very happy to greet many familiar faces back to @fforest again and welcome plenty of new ones too.
Sending big love to those who couldn’t be with us this year xx
We are all unique flowers 🌸
I hope you are all keeping cool and refreshed. . . It’s hot out there . .
Lucky we are to be able jump into the river and sea here, which I am so thankful for.
If you are coming this way over the weekend ... our riverside location in the heart of Cardigan town, the @pizzatipi Beerfest will be celebrating the best craft brewers in Wales for the third year in a row.
50 beers and ciders together with great food, roaring fires & fantastic live music #goodtimes
Here's a bowl of spring greens, blossomy pinks, and sunshine yellows. Who would have thought, looking out at the snow today, that many of these flowers are in bloom in my garden a few days ago? I'm looking forward to seeing which flowers survive the snow.
*From My Window*
Overnight, the street was softly wrapped in a downy duvet of pillowy white. The ground slumbered under a quilt of ice crystals, that twinkled in the morning light.
As the day brightened, the street hissed with car tyres on the damp, sloshy road. Snow crackled under the trudging feet of bleary-eyed commuters, quickly becoming impacted and grey, slippery and sludgy.
The lawn was a perfect blanket of untouched snow, with fine tendrils of green grass peeping out in scanty patches.
The breeze breathed on the rooftops, and the snow tumbled into the air in white, powdery sighs, and drifted to the ground. The powdery snow swirled in minute eddies across the grass, like a pure white sandstorm, sculpting the downy duvet into drifts of snowy dunes.
Patrick the pigeon wandered across the virgin snow, leaving trails of tracks in twig-shaped prints. His snow-capped beak threw the snow aside as he searched for peanuts hidden from view. Stomach replete, he flew away into the whiteness with squeaking, creaking wings.
A small fluffy fox with a straggly tail, nosed across the lawn, investigating the trail of Patrick's footprints with great interest. Then it bounded across the garden in a streak of rusty orange, and disappeared under the hedge, leaving only pawprints behind it on the pillowy snow.
The lime trees danced in the wind, and cast off the lines of white that cloaked their branches, and the air was filled with clouds of powdery snow, descending to the ground like whispery puffs of talcum power.
High in the sky, a snow-white Gull soared on outstretched wings, and laughed to see the street cloaked in white. And a blackbird called, it's trill sounding strange, like a shiver in the snow.
When I did a behind the scenes a few weeks ago, I couldn't find the perfect background for this bowl of #flowersinbowls. This is the one you voted for, and my favourite, too. It sort of reminds me of a cozy living room with a crackling fire, warmth, and enveloping fabrics to keep out the cold. Today London got a bit of snow. The grass still shows but there was definitely some white on the ground, and fat flakes in the air. Methinks a From My Window is called for:
*From My Window*
The sky is heavy and chilled, pale and full of ice. Fat snowflakes tumble out of the whiteness, swirling and fluttering as they drift to earth. The horizon is ghostly, shrouded in a fog of millions of dancing, falling, crystals of ice.
The harsh black silhouettes of the skeletal lime trees, flicker with white flashes of falling snowflakes, and the branches become edged in frosty whiteness.
Everything shivers in the enveloping coldness, and the street slowly succumbs to a dusting of white, like a huge victoria sponge cake, receiving a flurry of icing sugar from a colossal sieve in the sky above.
Snowflakes waft in the air, as though undecided, while they choose where to lay themselves down in an icy sigh.
Crystal upon crystal, white upon white, ice upon ice, chill upon chill. The miracle of the ephemeral snow clings softly to the shivering earth, before expiring into the ground in a million watery smudges, as the sun smiles weakly on the white-dusted street.
The sky turns blue, and the road turns grey once more, hissing wetly under the tyres of passing cars.
This is for you. Whoever you are. Whether today is a good day, or a bad day. Whether you're happy or sad. Healthy or sick. In company or lonely. Inspired or uninspired. Calm or anxious. Loving or grieving. Smiling or in pain.
Behind every photo on your feed today, there is a hidden story. Remember that today. Remember it every day.
Behind every photo there is a human being, with a heart that feels many things, happy and sad.
My neighbour's children have just run outside, giggling. It made me smile.
I hope you find something to smile about today, too. 😊 💕
Here ends the cheesy cheese. I meant it all though 😏.
It's the last day of #dailyheartart so don't forget to tag your hearty photos for @12cmk and @craftplanter 😊💜
It is rainy, chilly and gloomy out there. So here's some warm colours in a bowl to brighten things up.
Suddenly orange is appealing! (I'm not much of an orange person, especially not terracotta. Unless it's part of a rainbow mix, of course 😉). But the colour of these orange wallflowers remind me of log fires 🔥flickering in fireplaces, and the woody scent of curling smoke.