This evening, the honeysuckle I brought in from the garden fills the room with its scent and I look at its blooms and see combinations of madder and magenta and yellow ochre because the whole coloured pencil thing is so on my mind these days:
|Pencil heaven, honeysuckle scent (some black elder and some Knautia in there too)|
|Crumpled and sketchy, a start at compostion: this is what won't work|
It was a week for colour! When I wasn't messing about with pencils, I was revelling in the colours of June Blake's garden in Co. Wicklow. I visit June's garden at least once each summer, if not more, and on each visit I think I'm there at the best time, but honestly, this time was astonishing ... and June herself says that her garden shines in late summer. Just look at these colours. At least some of this blog is supposed to be about words but honestly words fail as I try to capture the delight of June's work (and play) with colour and plants and structure and rhythm and time. Those of you who can, just go!
|Lilies and friends in June Blake's garden|
|Reflecting pool cools down the hot beds in June Blake's garden|
|Cool colours, hot schnauzer, June Blake's Garden|
|Crocosmia, Cotinus and Lilies, June Blake's Garden|
|June's garden was thrumming with bees and the air was dancing with butterflies, including this lovely Peacock|
|Sketches of Ligularia, Inula and Primula in June's garden|
All of that activity and an occasional walk in the woods and hills helped to keep my mind off (some of the time) how my sick son was doing far away in Montréal - the good news is he's on the mend, helped along in no small measure by his brother and dad. (Happy news DM!).
|Deputy's Pass, Co. Wicklow|
|Young oak wood in Deputy's Pass|