Thursday, 8 May 2008
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I have always wanted one of these. I saw this one the other day in Rottingdean and had to share it with you. A dovecote really appeals to the romantic side of me. The realistic side of me knows that with two cats, the reality would not be as pretty as imagined. Still a girl can dream and while I'm dreaming I would also like this one here
. Of course I would have to spend my days floating around in white linen dresses with a little white dove permanently attached to my finger and my garden would be forever summer but hey ho I could live with it.
One of the real treats of this beautiful, balmy weather we've been experiencing is the wonderful sound of the birdsong in the evenings and mornings. I've sat in the garden a couple of times this week just me and a cuppa and shut my eyes and just listened to the birds. I don't think there is a sound more relaxing or optimistic. I'm always transported back to being a little girl and the long summer holidays, playing in the garden and lying in bed trying desperately to fall asleep whilst it was still light outside, all played against a backdrop of birdsong. In very much the same way I was immediately taken back to my primary school the other day when I walked past a garden crammed with wallflowers. It may have been the sight or the smell of the flowers but it was instant. It's funny how my childhood memories seem to be forever fixed in summer!
Look at this little bluetit sitting at the top of the very highest branch of my apple tree. Doesn't he look like he's having fun amongst the blossom. Sorry the sky is so bleached I had to run and get the camera quickly (perhaps instead of a dove attached permanently to my hand, it would have to be my camera) and point and shoot before he flew off and of course the sun wouldn't move out of the way.
I also spotted this exquisite bird of paradise revising(?) in the garden. Seems like it's all getting a bit too much and a nap and some shade are what's needed.
Listening to the birds on the way to school the other morning I felt inspired to make something for the hall (which is so nearly done, but not quite - I hate painting doors and bannisters), This is the result - my very own little, cat-proof bird house. Well I say it's cat-proof but I caught one of them drooling over the feathers the other day. I'm very happy with it and it looks great on the white walls.
The poor thing has been carried from room to room to find the best place for it. I liked seeing it in the bedroom, M wasn't sure, M liked seeing it downstairs above the hall mirror, I wasn't sure, neither of us could agree which wall it looked best on in the living room, so on the landing it will live. I feel the need to make more - one for the bedroom and one for the living room too as I'm so hopeless at deciding. I've put one in my Etsy shop if any of you would like one as well. (SOLD).
Have a good few days, full of sunshine and beautiful birdsong.