Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Rescuing the over wintered geraniums that had not been watered: their dried petals fall like scarlet confetti and the wind blows them away. I get my hands into the flowers, gently pull away the old-dry-brown leaves and rediscover their smell: green herbs, the Mediterranean, something peppery, something lemony…


Thursday, 2 March 2017

The second day of spring is bright and clear. Underneath the not yet budding sliver weeping pear our pulmonaria shakes in strong winds. Its micro-trumpet flowers are deep pink, Persian rose pink, and a painter’s light indigo.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

The new tiles are old, old slate. Periwinkle, morning blue, midnight blue, independence blue, cool grey, blue grey.