Spring passes...

The end of spring in the social garden...

This oasis of beauty in south east London is my neigbours work of art. I will be featuring it a lot over the seasons. He has an eye for form and is very aware of colour; a lot of artifice has gone into his wild garden. It is full of big arty drifts of colour and self seeders. He is inspired by Beth Chatto and Christopher Lloyd and Mirabel Osler's 'A Gentle Plea For Chaos'.

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Fragile...

More from my Angelique tulips...

"The unreal is more powerful than the real...it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create." - Chuck Palahniuk

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Tulipomania

... walking amongst the tulips with the early evening sun. These are from my favourite social garden here in south east London

“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.” // Marianne Williamson

A thousand blossoms...

.. at Hampton Court

“. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It's a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it's white, and looking at it, instead of saying "Oh that's nice blossom" ... last week looking at it through the window when I'm writing, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be, and I can see it. Things are both more trivial than they ever were, and more important than they ever were, and the difference between the trivial and the important doesn't seem to matter. But the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous, and if people could see that, you know. There's no way of telling you; you have to experience it, but the glory of it, if you like, the comfort of it, the reassurance ... not that I'm interested in reassuring people - bugger that. The fact is, if you see the present tense, boy do you see it! And boy can you celebrate it.” // Dennis Potter