Sometimes you don’t have to travel far for inspiration – it’s there waiting for you just outside the studio door:
A shaft of sunlight cuts across the lawn while the flowerbed closest to the house falls into deep shadow.
There is a distinct autumnal smell – dampness certainly, but also decay. The scarlet acer is rapidly losing it’s leaves and the hydrangea petals are turning brown at their edges.
Today I am rewarded for my patience and withholding of the secateurs with a visit from a dashing blackbird to the rosehips left for just this purpose much to the delight of Amy, my 18 month old grand-daughter.
It’s never too early to introduce the wonders of nature.