e is for...

My Illustration Friday attempt for "E is for...".

'E' is for Eve in her garden of Earthly delights.

Before you all cry out, "No Evey! Don't do it! Put the forbidden fruit down... Step awaaay from the apple!", look closer.
Seems she's already been a bit peckish.

snowfall

Today E is for the excessive amount of flowers the tree in our garden dropped overnight. Isn’t it lovely to wake up to fresh snowfall?
Okay okay, we all know I have no idea what that’s like, but this is as close as it gets alright.

Speaking of snow fall, today E is also for how entranced I am by Miss May’s stunning photo’s.

And E is also for the exceptional barking-dog-man at the train station yesterday... don’t ask.

my woollybush

NOTE: This post is G Rated - although the following post may sound like some sort of ragdoll porn-fest, it's not. I assure you it's perfectly safe for the kiddies).

Today E is for evergreen, (well technically it was yesterday when we got some new plants for the garden).

Mr You picked out some stylish geometric looking “living sculptures”. While helping him decide, I had a Lion, Witch and Wardrobe experience, taking one step too far backward and ending up engulfed in a clump of small bushes. Had I not been so clumsy I never would have known how soft these wild spiky looking natives actually are. To look at them you expect they’d feel like pokey pine needles, but surprisingly are more like a soft fluffy fur coat. I couldn’t help but brush past them over and over again.

Delighted, I patted each one of them and picked out a particularly wiley one for my very own. My new ‘Albany Woollybush’ has rounded off a humble garden for the senses:
- a row of Tuscan style conifers for sight
- Lavender for smell
- Rosemary for taste
- and a Woollybush for soft soft touch

I will love it, and care for it, and pat it every day!

each other

I really like this weeks Illustration Friday theme; "E is for...".
So today E is for each other.
This week Mr You and I have been marvelling at each other's raw talents.
He is amazed that I can lie flat on my back with my arms above my head and everything touches the ground.
When he tries he can't make his arms go flat. His hands touch the ground but his elbows bow upward, and won't lie flat.

Then yesterday I passed the front room and did a double take back to catch him oh so cleverly amusing himself by making the sound of one hand clapping, busting wide open the age old Zen question.

What did I tell you? Pure raw talent!

bah

Such a lovely way to end a stressful hard-working week...


(On my way home after working back late on Friday)

salty old sea dog

My Illustration Friday attempt for "sea".

ache

Sometimes I love the internet. It introduces me to new people and new things that I love and that inspire me, it makes me feel like I belong to a community.

Other times it makes me ache (and I'm not just talking about chair induced back pain). I see all of this f*%#ing amazing stuff and I want to cry, i feel so so far from being any good... at anything really, and instead of feeling inspired I turn into an envious green sooky no-hoper.

Like Marcell Marceau I mime my way from site to site and piece to piece, gasping silently at the brilliance of it all.

If you too want to gasp and ache, check out:

Beth at Sunberst

Matthew at Ghostco

Danny Gregory

The Garden

Peter Callesen