Despite the grey skies and sudden downpours, this week has been a colourful week. Everywhere I look, I’ve been hit by pockets of wonderful colour. Special thanks go to my past self for thinking ahead and buying flowering plants for the large pots, this year. Not only that, but she put aside her usual slovenly approach to life and remembered to water them. It’s helped. Nothing says “oops” as much as a dried out husk of a plant in a big, almost empty pot.
Anyway, my pots are not the only colourful boost this week.
It started on Sunday, with our visit to Southville, Bristol to see a few of the painted walls. I’m betting today, with the rain and wind, these streets are a welcome sight to passers by, with so much sunshine and colourful images everywhere.
In the wild
Each year, we leave various areas of the garden to go wild, to encourage the wildlife. Long grass and wildflowers. It’s very pretty, in a non-cottage garden sense. There’s no saying what will thrive and it does varying each year. I’ve not seen our a frog hopper yet, this season, but we’ve had two other species of interest.
First up, is the cinnabar moth caterpillar. It’s such a pretty caterpillar. We spot the moth, but not the caterpillars often. The moths are beautiful, giving a flash of their bright red underwings and spotty top wings, as they flit around the garden. We followed one a few weekends ago, but it didn’t land. Every day, I’ve checked our ragwort for the caterpillars, with no luck. Not a single one. This week, while pulling up a patch of groundsel, I found about 70 caterpillars.
Munching happily through the weeds.
They are so colourful, that I’m not sure how I missed them.
Second notable species in the garden was one we’ve not seen in the garden before. We usually have to travel a mile or two to the next woods and it’s become a bit of a pilgrimage to see them each year.
The silver washed fritillary. It’s a big, fast flying butterfly, usually found in woods. I was not expecting one in the garden. Another colourful addition to our garden, even if it was only fleeting.
On the craft table
I’ve been working on a dress, off and on. I think the hold up is that it is grey and I’m doubting my choice of colour. This week, I tackled the dress and decided it needed a touch of red added to it. Making it a bit more colourful, but not quite reaching the stage of looking like a tea lady uniform. I’m not a great tea maker, especially on a large scale. No-one wants to mistake me for the maker of a good cup of char. In fact, I’m doing everyone a favour by adding not too much colour to this dress.
(Incidentally, a client of ours used to have a tea trolley that came round to all the offices. A proper trolley and tea person, who made excellent tea, with proper utility style cups and saucers. I used to time my visits, just to indulge in this last bastion of office life from yesteryear, that I saw no where else.)
Anyway, I’ve added a red collar lining, to add a flash of colour like a cinnabar moth. The edge is now trimmed with light blue rickrack, peeking out to break up the harsh lines. It’s one of the reasons I love making my own clothes. I can add the personal little touches that make it mine. Next step is to sew it to the dress.
I’m feeling more excited about finishing this dress. It’s my go-to project for car trips at the moment. While the rest of the family went into Ikea, this week, I stayed in the car to tack my rickrack. Two reasons. First up, I love sewing in natural light, but never give myself the time at home, during the day. Secondly, I always buy stuff I don’t really need in Ikea and then clutter up the house with it. We don’t need to go there. (shakes head) Best avoided.
So, that’s my week. Colourful and wonderful, despite the rain.
Joining in Anne’s word of the week link up. Looking forward to seeing what everyone else is up to.
Also, curious if you’ve ever worked in an office with a tea trolley that came round?
What’s your word of the week?