Nice, Lindsay! I've got a little front hall envy just looking at your photo. :) I think we've talked about the beauty of decorating with garlic scapes. I also love letting a few okra pods mature on the plant toward the end of the season. They'll eventually dry and split open if cut at the right time, on the stem. I think I learned that from Martha Stewart five million years ago!
The final shot of your yogurt, blueberry syrup and granola was stunning. I'm not sure I could have identified that you were in moody Seattle, but definitely moody somewhere! I appreciate the idea of our differences being what become our voice, and how (as Hugh says) this means there's room for all of us. Lovely!
Being a steward to this old home, this old hallway, is no joke! Always something, usually a very unsexy expense, but after finally painting it ten years in, I could feel the place exhale.
Hugh's wise words were so helpful. I've thought of them again and again, and thankfully now I can remember and reference who said them 😂 I am so comfortable in moody light, I would have a crisis of identity if I moved to say, Arizona.
Ps I've just chopped the front hall display and am going to stew it for granola. Stay tuned!
I’m also very envious of your Scandinavian journey… the way you write about it is incredibly picturesque.
I’m interested in your trawling back over blog posts and lifting pieces - I’ve often wondered about doing it with my own archive. I think there’s about 10 years of regular posts, but it’s too daunting. I’d have no time to write now. Do you find it hard?
I am finding it very hard. And moving through at a snail's pace. I am hoping to find a theme of some sort, or themes within themes, so I can pull some of them into a current piece of work, and breathe new life into the older posts. It all began with me writing a scene, a very short memoir of sorts, zoning in on a specific period of my life. As I wrote I wanted to add context and flashbacks, and often thought, haven't I written about this already? So there is a focus, in a way. It will take a long time... I'll report back!
Beautiful. The rhubarb in a vase, the hawthorns, and the search for our own individual style. I love it when I go on a painting trip and at the end, each artist puts up their collection of art. It’s a really good way to understand your own specific style by comparison to others. Mine is a fascinating mix of beautiful details and airy freshness. So cool. Hugs from afar. 🤗🤗
Oh Beth, beautiful details and airy freshness sounds wonderful! It is so true, that's my favourite part of an art class as well. We all see so differently, and that's the best part. Hugs to you ❤️
I absolutely love this 🫶🏻
Thanks Jeanie!
You are so very welcome 🫶
Nice, Lindsay! I've got a little front hall envy just looking at your photo. :) I think we've talked about the beauty of decorating with garlic scapes. I also love letting a few okra pods mature on the plant toward the end of the season. They'll eventually dry and split open if cut at the right time, on the stem. I think I learned that from Martha Stewart five million years ago!
The final shot of your yogurt, blueberry syrup and granola was stunning. I'm not sure I could have identified that you were in moody Seattle, but definitely moody somewhere! I appreciate the idea of our differences being what become our voice, and how (as Hugh says) this means there's room for all of us. Lovely!
Being a steward to this old home, this old hallway, is no joke! Always something, usually a very unsexy expense, but after finally painting it ten years in, I could feel the place exhale.
Hugh's wise words were so helpful. I've thought of them again and again, and thankfully now I can remember and reference who said them 😂 I am so comfortable in moody light, I would have a crisis of identity if I moved to say, Arizona.
Ps I've just chopped the front hall display and am going to stew it for granola. Stay tuned!
x
Stewed rhubarb and granola? Bring on the moody lighting!
Beautiful adventures to some of my favourite places, love the images Lindsay! Garden splendour.
I love re living moments, recreating thoughtful experiences. It’s the dreamer in me I think.
The simplicity of the rhubarb cuttings are lovely against the mossy walls♥️
I think it's the dreamer in me too Heather. I love that about us!
xo
How beautiful do the rhubarb leaves look!
I’m also very envious of your Scandinavian journey… the way you write about it is incredibly picturesque.
I’m interested in your trawling back over blog posts and lifting pieces - I’ve often wondered about doing it with my own archive. I think there’s about 10 years of regular posts, but it’s too daunting. I’d have no time to write now. Do you find it hard?
A beautiful post, Lindsay, as always.
I am finding it very hard. And moving through at a snail's pace. I am hoping to find a theme of some sort, or themes within themes, so I can pull some of them into a current piece of work, and breathe new life into the older posts. It all began with me writing a scene, a very short memoir of sorts, zoning in on a specific period of my life. As I wrote I wanted to add context and flashbacks, and often thought, haven't I written about this already? So there is a focus, in a way. It will take a long time... I'll report back!
Thanks Prue.
Beautiful. The rhubarb in a vase, the hawthorns, and the search for our own individual style. I love it when I go on a painting trip and at the end, each artist puts up their collection of art. It’s a really good way to understand your own specific style by comparison to others. Mine is a fascinating mix of beautiful details and airy freshness. So cool. Hugs from afar. 🤗🤗
Oh Beth, beautiful details and airy freshness sounds wonderful! It is so true, that's my favourite part of an art class as well. We all see so differently, and that's the best part. Hugs to you ❤️
Love your rhubarb bouquet, Lindsay!