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.
〰 16th December ‘Walk tall as the trees, live strong as the mountains, be gentle as the spring winds, keep the warmth of the summer sun in your heart and the great spirit will always be with you.’
-Native American proverb
A bowl of flowers, videoed without a tripod. 😲
A free immersive introduction to the joys of vertego. 😵
Either way, I like seeing flowers bobbing on water. 😊
It seemed a shame not to post it, even if it is a bit on the, shall we say, wobbly side? 😂
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, flowers on a plate 😋