Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Image via Eline Pellinkhof
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
At least I think they are made from a sawn off pallet to make a very simple set of hanging shelves, though I'm thinking that a bottom must have been put in each one so that does require a little woodworking skill.
Image via Tumbr
Sunday, 2 October 2011
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Friday, 8 April 2011
I suppose we all know that plastic 2 litre pop bottles can be used as mini cloches but rarely have I seen them looking so good as in this photograph. Maybe it's the sheer mass of bottles standing in a row, maybe it's the photographers eye for a good shot.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
I think something like this would make a great herb garden hanging close to the kitchen door. Actually you could just pop those pots of culinary herbs from the supermarket into one of these if you aren't inclined to grow your own.
Found via vt wonen.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
"everything for my bouquet was found in my front yard. now before you think that i have this awesome garden on my doorstep, i don't. to give you some perspective nathan has said that our yard is like the secret garden---before they fixed it up"
Go take a look and be inspired. Porrige
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Don't those spring bulbs look great in the springform cake tin?
I just wonder if I'd rather have chocolate cake....
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
I BELIEVE NOTHING
I believe nothing – what need
Surrounded as I am with marvels of what is,
This familiar room, books, shabby carpet on the floor,
Autumn yellow jasmine, chrysanthemums, my mother’s flower,
Earth-scent of memories, daily miracles,
Yet media-people ask, “Is there a God?”
What does the word mean
To the fish in his ocean, birds
In his skies, and stars?
I only know that when I turn in sleep
Into the invisible, it seems
I am upheld by love, and what seems is
Inexplicable here and now of joy and sorrow,
This inexhaustible, untidy world -
I would not have it otherwise.
by Kathleen Raine