When I'm not messing about in the garden or writing short stories then I can generally be found sewing patchwork or doing needlepoint. (Anything to avoid dusting and hoovering!) When you're crafting then colour is important. Choosing the right shade of wool or fabric, it can make the difference between a design being vibrant and zingy and a design being dull as ditchwater. Sometimes I've come up with a colour scheme for a cushion I'm doing as a needlepoint and began stitching it, only to find it fails to have any impact. Maybe there're two colours that look good on their own, but next to each other they get muddy and lack interest. The only thing to do is get the seam un-ripper out and pull out those stitches and choose something else.
When it comes to gardening I've decided that - despite their pretty name - these zinnias won't be making a repeat appearance next year. I like the shape of the flowers, but the colours? Nah. Too bright. Too clashing. I much prefer something softer.
The blue-ish purple of the lavender.
The paler purple of the flowering thyme alongside the creamy white yarrow.
Next year I'm going to be more ruthless about editing my colour choices, but then again I don't want the scheme to look boring. It's all about injecting the odd shot of contrasting colour without that splash of orange or red sticking out like a sore thumb. I think it'll be a case of trial and error, but then isn't all gardening?
Today was gloriously hot and the tomato plants are wilting like month old lettuce. I'm holding off with the watering though as the weather forecast reckons it's raining cats & dogs overnight and tomorrow. So I get to lounge on my ample backside and watch Channel 4's para-athletics coverage instead. Happy days.
P.S. The lemon tree's looking more like a lime tree at the mo. How cute are they?!
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.