Showing posts with label Woodland Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woodland Garden. Show all posts

Friday, April 17, 2015

Woodland Garden end of April


The dry shade challenge continues, here are some (subtle) successes.  March to May is the best time in the forest, so after this lot it's almost over.  My favourite time to be out is early spring before the tree leaves, after long winter deprivation.    I'm fond of these glamorous relatives of the deadnettle (lamium) the pink one has thrived in a concrete-edged raised bed, draping itself over it prettily all year round with silver white leaves and marshmallow flowers, the yellow one has more subtle silver patterns on the leaves.

 Bugle is a woodland plant which makes a purply-green carpet and flowers just as the tree leaves start coming out, it will be hints of dark subtle blue, already just visible in the interior.  I love the way the leaves spread out horizontally on the flower stalk in contrast to the strong vertical flower.

Tiarella cordifolia (saxifrage variety)
On high stalks which raise them above the forest floor,  with the light behind them they are ethereal and fluffy, close up, the florets are elaborate and fascinating.




dicentra spectabilis
Not an obvious choice for a forest but bears part-shade so I planted in a relatively sunny patch of the forest just in front of my swing seat, in the centre of three rocks which I think helps keep humidity constant.    It is the French custom to sell plants only when they are in flower.  I bought this last Spring, at the end of its season, half price, and its hearts immediately dropped off and it died back ready to grow again next Spring, I wondered if it would have enough light and whether it would return.  I'm happy to announce it is back in glory.  Known as  'Coeur de Marie' (Mary's Heart) in France, and Bleeding Heart in English, and sometimes likened to a Dutch hat when the sides peel open and raise up on each side. 


Wild geranium just coming out, pink and purple flowers this year, I managed to get some grape hyacinth bulbs growing up through the leaves, and when they die back the geranium leaves will cover the tat (not sure the bulb leaves will get enough light to flower next year though).

Woodruff Galium Odoratum, smells good, and according to my mum this likes limy soil which we have, and was used in the past in mattresses to discourage unwanted wildlife.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter Greetings

Cosmic Easter Egg
 I finished the last illustration last night to the story of Ilmatar, maiden of the air, mother of the water, you can see her below smashing up the small eggs for the Cosmic Egg and moulding the earth, (bad quality photos of drawings).   JC and I told the story this morning the Chapelle de St Martin to assembled children,  ...then home for rare lunch all four of us, with egg (kindly broken by R), and then in rare sun, went to see the flowers...and tonight we have been invited to dinner, rareissimo, more social life than usual. 












R, channelling his inner Thracian Warrior from the Tribe of Astii, prepares to hammer the egg

 B does not entirely agree with the proposed treatment, he points out the egg falls into two neat halves when the elegant ribbon is elegantly removed...and looks down upon R's savagery in a way peculiar to older brothers

R has determined to go ahead, please note JC's vicarious pleasure

matching smug smirks...

It was jolly good, our baker is a chocolatier...





Sunday, March 29, 2015

Monday, March 23, 2015

Violets; secret sweet delight

 

The wild violets have chosen to cluster prettily around the stone trio in front of my swingseat.  They have chosen to show themselves in their full range of colours,  lightening from deepest plum, to the intense inner-shining of purple to lilac-rose and white.
 


 

 
  I have to lie down and approach them at their level if I want to photograph them, they will have it no other way.  They turn their faces from me, turn their backs to me, strange angular backs and sides that make no sense, but sometimes one will accept to meet the lens face to face.





Funny little things, it makes me cry to see their familiar faces.

One day soon, their scent will come.  I will lie down again to  inhale it, and there are no words for such a sensation.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Woodland Garden Spring

The return of the sun and old friends...

Willow ball made at West Dean on willow weaving course with my mum





Crocus at max



Crocus triangle




My bower (alias Swing Seat) currently reading...






View from my bower

Painted walnut logs evolve into ivy sculpture