Wednesday, 7 April 2010
The garden in Norfolk at this time of year is full of fresh, green shoots and bright flowers springing up everywhere. Daffodils, magnolia, the leaves of the horse chestnut unfurling from sticky buds, primroses, cowslips...
Then there are the violets. Mostly purple, some white, they scatter the lawn and spring up between tree roots. This Easter weekend I collected a few, arranged them in a tiny vase, and then had fun with my camera, the extension tube for close ups, and a few Easter themed props (both the eggcups are from Mum's childhood - the chicken one even says 'made in occupied Japan' on its base!). I'm thinking I might turn them into postcards in time for Easter next year.
I didn't take the flowers with me when I returned to London on Monday afternoon, they are extremely fragile and wouldn't have travelled well, but I did bring the china brooch, below, that I found in a Stowmarket charity shop on Saturday afternoon. A rather appropriate memento of a violet-filled Easter weekend.