Saturday, 16 May 2015

yesterday and today



we started the day with our regular morning stroll in the nearby woods, Django's nose more often than not stuck to the earth; in the afternoon however our walk was more about art, than nature, or was it?

seven walking women accompanied by two dogs walked from our street to the nearby Beeldentuin Asperen for a truly WonderFull sculpture exhibition, beautifully situated and many a witty/intriguing/beautiful/moving sculpture


above: Fallen by Harry Schumacher
below: The Big Big by Henk Wijnen & Martyn Last


video installation with a branch structure I liked and would like to recreate something similar in our garden, minus the TV

above: Torri by Marielle van der Bergh


M.

Organic Totem II by Bart Jacobs

La Couronne by Cissy van der Wel

we poured water onto the flower and look how she comes to life



ha, a tree-on-wheels

I think these were my favourite: granite boulders half polished, casually strewn about, they reminded me of Denmark and the long, sunny summers of my childhood;
title: Steinzaat by Dorsten Diekmann



J. standing next to the large pod; Peul by Mai Movrin


my finds on the walk back home: extraordinary - perhaps thanks to having been exposed to Art I picked these up and then laid them out as a 'piece'

and last but not least, this tunic-shirt, a thrift-gift from J. -in image above with pod- it is such a beautiful item (I'm wearing it now even though the weather has turned very cold today, yikes)
it feels like I might have dyed it myself, it was in fact designed by a local fashion designer Ria van Kleef



 Saturday, drizzly and grey.....not particularly enticing at all.....and yet and yet there was a very good reason for getting up in time: Le Bric à Brac in het Lingebos just around our corner, thus making it literally in my neck of the woods; it is a charming, local flea market, third year running and luckily for me a market I can walk to, so Django yet again had an interesting busy walk. I always manage to stumble upon super bargains, this year being no exception as I scored this fabulous leather, worn jacket, fits me like a glove!
great catch!









from a distance: in the blue van on the right friend J. ran her stall; despite the wet weather people came in their droves, from as far as Rotterdam I heard, which is half an hour by car, for the privilege of walking about in mud and rain I think it just goes to show how popular this market has become.....

Thursday, 14 May 2015

tea 'en plein air'

there are few things more rewarding than having an outdoor fire with a kettle on the boil

 

Saturday, 9 May 2015

gardening

souvenirs from the beach

well, what can I say, I want to learn

over dyeing shirt with dandelion-sorrel-dye

I think this is a moth, found it on one of the walks in Greece; at first I thought it was black, now I see it's a very dark blue, quite amazing

found the egg intact but cold yesterday  plus the bird's bone, in completely different spots; Spring is rife with life & death, or rather that's how it is all year round, it's just that at this time of year it seems incongruous


full worktop with newly bought frame with a hare water colour, it consists of two glass panes between which you place your artwork/photo, which you then slip into a slot on top; below you can see what was in the frame: a nice feather-on-acrylic print




a garden is of course a delight to the mind and a joy for the senses, but at the same time jolly hard work, especially in the growing season and one has been away for a week; luckily yesterday the weather was just perfect for odd jobs in the garden and I had the time to do it:
 I planted three sage, three chive and three peppermint plants in the raised beds in our front yard, sowed a mixture of flower seeds in bed at the back (near North facing kitchen window) and American poppies under sweet chestnut, assuming they can handle shade, in the patch Django dug up and which looks pretty bare at the moment; pulled up dyeing plants for the first-dye-batch-with-seasonal-plants in casu dandelions and sorrel, weeded*, raked, spent what seemed like hours scraping between tiles on knees, or else stood in squat position for minutes-on-end and realised it all felt a bit familiar as it resembled the hours of exercise we enjoyed on our Grecian holiday .....I ended up by zealously 
starting to mow the ankle high grass, but all of a sudden felt completely fed up & knackered and midway through it all decided to call it a day while there was still daylight to be had.....who knows, maybe I should have started with the mowing - I am now hoping one of the guys will finish the job! 

*weeding doesn't mean I remove all weeds and dead stuff, obviously


husband found this empty nest in his shed (he is creating some kind of order in his chaos) a precursor to our lives, as the eldest will be leaving home soon, once the final exams are behind us - how time flies and even if I don't feel older, I do notice the boys are all grown-up now

life is good at this exact moment