I’m stumbling over words. Straining to capture and chronicle.
Summer has seen a struggle. A struggle to document. Be it growth and development. Changes. Successes and failures. Festivities and feasts. Bright blousy beauties and hidden gems. Frustrations and slugs. Or should that read frustrating slugs?
Weeks have gone by without taking a single photo or jotting down a few words.
So please excuse these stumbling fumblings. As Autumn’s cool damp digs in and I step back into sharing and expressing myself. As I tentatively explore what it is that I want to say. What I want to create here. While I try to find my words and images.
I took this photo today. The Cosmos grown from seed is now horizontal. Flushed bright acid pink petals frothy green leaves and deep yellow centres at their hearts. Bent over, escaping its moorings. Almost stopping me from stepping down into the garden. Almost blocking my way.