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Garden notes on Easter Sunday
Lots of colour in the garden now. Monty (or Montague as I know him, from days of old) Don has his jewel garden. Well, I have mine! It's only tiny but has amethysts, rubies, amber and citrines, creamy opals, pink sapphires, emeralds and jet. The Easter weather has been beautiful so far and we have been enjoying the garden in the sunshine at last. Today I am going to finish planting up my pots, all ready for forthcoming summer days!
By the time I have walked about four miles, my toes are screaming at me - it's the arthritis, you see. One of the joys of being that little bit older than I was. However, for a long time, I have been keen to walk along the beaches, and follow the coastal path, between Gullane and North Berwick. So, having worked out the tide times, I decided today was the day, and off we went. Below is our starting point, the bay at Gullane. It's a lovely beach, very popular with dog walkers. This is looking east, the direction Tilly and I were going to take. Looking back, up the Forth, the unmistakable bulk of Arthur's Seat, and Edinburgh's skyline, just clear enough to see. For most of the walk, there is the choice between wandering along a series of beaches, or following a path along the top of each. There's no denying it, at heart I am a shell-seeker. I have loads of shells at home. We lived on one of the out islands in the Bahamas for a just over a year, a long time ago, and …
Cathy at https://ramblinginthegarden.wordpress.com, whose brainchild IAVOM (In A Vase On Monday) it is, has set us a challenge this week, to produce a miniature vase, no bigger than 6"/15cm tall or wide, to celebrate the 6th anniversary of the weekly Monday post.
I have used an eggcup, with egg, to give some scale to my offering this week. The nasturtiums have survived a couple of frosts and some cold nights, but possibly not for much longer. I picked the smallest flowers I could find to fit in a tiny porcelain vase, which is almost completely spherical with a circular off-centre opening. It was made by a friend from long ago, Ingrid Atkinson, who I have not seen for about thirty years. She used to live and work as a ceramicist in West Meon, in Hampshire.
The flowers may be small, but they still pack a colourful punch!
We also have another tiny porcelain vase made by the late Austrian-born British ceramics artist Lucie Rie. Today's challenge seemed too good an opportun…
It is almost December and I have finally cleared away the sweet pea plants, despite a handful of flower buds at the end of two or three green vines. No bud or fresh flower gets binned by me! And these flowers, in particular, have been so stalwart and beautiful that I thought the very least I could do, in recognition of their performance into very late autumn, would be to give them centre stage in my vase today.