I am finding it quite difficult at the moment to post a blog entry. Why, well I'm not sure, I just don't seem to have anything interesting to say. Did I ever? I wonder. I started this blog because I had been posting on my blog about Lucas's fight to survive his liver disease. It made me sad and angry, when he passed away and I wanted to write somewhere happier.
Now 2 and a half years later, my voice seems to be whispering. What do I actually have to say anyway, really? I love to photograph, I am enjoying exploring paints, and paper and glue and stamps. I love being a nanny, wife and mother. But to talk about what.
So I hear myself whispering instead of talking out loud. What to do, I don't want to stop completely, I have met the most incredible people here. I have had emails and conversations with you. I have met you in Cannes and dined at your table and discovered your world.
What to do. I'm not sure, I'll see. Do you like my onion flowers, yep that's what they are. My salad onions were a bit of a failure, more like shallots actually ha ha, but as they went to seed these gorgeous pom poms appeared. I love them, what about you? Funny isn't it that an onion would have such a pretty puff of white to spread it's seeds. Nature is truly amazing. In my garden at the moment we have just finished our harvest of the most juicy and sweet nectarines, our raspberries are ripening and the blueberries are a delicious purple. The birds love the strawberries little buggers. The plums are ripening and the olives are forming yum. Gotta love a country garden.