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A paint pot of floral sunshine.

Well, it has been an exceptionally wet and miserable 24 hours here.  Not the best weather to combat the Sunday blues and kick the week off with a smile!  The rain has been absolutely thundering down, making it hard to go anywhere.  Apart from a quick dash out for a playgroup session this morning, we have been cooped up, waiting it out.  So while my daughter has her lunchtime nap, I’ve been in search of my own home-made sunshine.

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I got a Mac a little while ago and Apps are turning out to be a real treat! I am just beginning to dip my toe in the water, checking out some of the creative photo-processing options available.  I follow a blog called decocraftsdigicrafts by a lovely lady called Raewyn.  She recently shared some water-colour style images that she had produced from some of her photographs, using the Waterlogue App.  They were brilliant – I knew I had to have a go!

‘There are always flowers for those who want to see them.’

Henri Matisse

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It turns out that not every app works for every Apple product, which I’d never have thought about before I got one myself! Waterlogue seems to be one of them. Typical! But I found something similar (I think!) called Aquarella.  I got it over the weekend and have been having a lot of fun playing with it.  I get an almost childlike thrill, watching my photos instantly turn into ‘watercolours’ and then tinkering about with the settings to get them looking how I want.  Yes, I know, I really do need to get out more!  But honestly, there is no way I could ever actually paint anything so well, so this gives me the chance to imagine my inner artist!

‘I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.’

Claude Monet

So here are a selection of the photos I’ve experimented with.  Of the handful I’ve done, most of them are yellow.  I think I must be channelling my hopes for an end to the rain and a little bit of sunshine.  Producing sunshine-y images…a modern day rain dance in reverse for the technology era perhaps?!  Fingers crossed!

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‘Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.’

Vincent van Gogh

 

Down at Fuschia farm: tractors to ride, flowers to lick!

My favourite little farm hand for the day, resplendent in a particularly girly set of clothing.  Pink shoes, pink socks, pink leggings and top, and to top it off a – WOW that is BRIGHT!! – fuchsia hoodie!  The photo really doesn’t do justice to quite how bright it was!

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I don’t normally go quite so over the top when I’m choosing her clothes; I don’t know what happened!  Although the hoodie would have been needed no matter what – it was chilly that day!  Anyway, she had a lovely time, sitting up on the big old-fashioned tractor with her buddy for the day.  They took it in turns (begrudgingly!) to take the wheel and ‘drive’.  It was hilarious watching their faces rapidly alternate between delighted (when they were driving!) and thoroughly bored and miffed (when they were being the passenger!) and back again.  But they lasted a good ten minutes of sharing and taking turns before it all got too much.  Not bad going for toddlers!

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After all that high-octane excitement of stationary tractor driving we needed something to get them moving and wear them out.  A little walk around the flower garden before going on to feed the sheep, goats and donkeys.  At this point my little girl was only just learning the difference between ‘taste this’ and ‘smell this’.  And when babies and toddlers are little, absolutely everything  goes in their mouths.

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We slowly toddled round checking out the different flowers, talking about their colours, watching the bees and butterflies on them, feeling the leaves in our fingers, leaning in (with a very precarious wobble at times – walking was a brand new skill too!) to smell the flowers.  And I’d say at least three-quarters of the flowers we passed that day got a good lick test too!

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A couple of months have passed since our farm visit, so the distinction between taste and smell has been mastered, and thankfully, the flower-licking has stopped!  I didn’t worry too much on this trip as we were in England, where I’ve got a pretty good grasp of what is and is not safe for consumption.  But I am only just getting a handle on tropical plants so a lot of them I don’t even know the name of, never mind whether it is poisonous or not!

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So now I just need to keep working on our little girl to get her to be a bit more gentle when she is stroking   patting   bashing  crushing my orchids to a pulp!! I try to let her explore and learn outside, but the flowers are looking distinctly battered at the moment.  A real shame as they are my favourite part of our garden, and would have made perfect subjects for this week’s fuchsia colour challenge.  Oh well, another time for another post maybe…once the art of gentleness has been mastered!

 

 

Livid or luscious? I know what I’d vote for!

If I see the word ‘livid’ I usually anticipate anger, rage, fury.  So as a colour descriptor, it is a new one on me.  So, I was intrigued to discover, reading this week’s One Word Photo Challenge, that it describes a dark, blueish grey.  The colour of thunderstorms and brooding seas. The bloom over fresh blueberries, and thick smoke rising off a camp fire. I’m sure there are loads of over ‘livid’ things, if I really put my mind to it.  But all the ones that came to me immediately were outdoors-y.

So here’s my take on ‘livid’, in full outdoors-y English summer glory.  Not the usual moody, broody ‘livids’, but a floral burst of colour.  Honeywort. Or to give it the more colourful name it is also known by, Cerinthe major ‘Purpurascens’. It’s a freely self-seeding annual, so requires zero effort to keep enjoying the flowers year after year. And it is incredibly popular with bees.  What is not to love?!

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Such a sumptuous range and depth of colour, and those beautiful nodding, flower hoods.  There were a lot of beautiful flowers vying for pole-position in the flower beds at Charlecote Park National Trust property the day I was there, but this one really stole the show for me.

I guess if choppy seas and rolling thunder clouds are the ‘livid’ scenes you automatically picture, then they quite fit the word definition perfectly too.  But I think Honeywort is now my in-built mental image when I think ‘livid’. Softly calming, luscious, and the epitome of graceful elegance. I don’t think you could get much less ‘livid’ than that.