Inspired by Regine’s answer to the question What would feature in your winter garden?
Posts Tagged ‘Winter Garden’
Winter Garden 13: Inside/Outside
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Winter Garden on March 20, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Winter Garden 11
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Winter Garden on March 11, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Winter Garden 9: She had forgotten the snow
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged snow, stockholm, Winter Garden on February 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
She had forgotten the snow how it waits, silently and then tumbles – as though pushed makes her blink. She had forgotten the snow its attention to detail. There is a worry – about ice and falling, about aeroplanes and metal. She remembers how much she likes the colour red. [...]
Winter Garden 8: glass
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Flowers, Winter Garden on February 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Inside, the cactus spills its blousy pink flowers over the windowsill, their mouths reaching for floorboards that used to be oak trees. Outside, the day holds its dull skies as though it’s as bored of winter as she is. She stands at the window and considers the abandoned garden – lines of shrivelled fuchsia leaves, [...]
Winter Garden 6: Like an island
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Winter Garden on January 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
It was an old, white dinner plate, with an unfussy, rounded rim and dishwasher-tired glaze. It was perfect. ~ A piece of mirror from her mother’s craft box ~ ~ Transparent plastic straws ~ ~ Thin lines of cotton wool teased from the block in the bathroom ~ ~ A white napkin left over [...]
Winter Garden 5: (often enclosed)
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Winter Garden on January 3, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Winter Garden 4: start | stop
Posted in Winter Garden, tagged Winter Garden on December 22, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
start falling drop apples drop scattered drop apples drop autumn stop inspired by Laura Harford’s winter garden photos
Glass
Posted in Word Garden, tagged Winter Garden on September 16, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Winter’s coming, she said, drawing the bedroom curtains to reveal condensation, like mildew across the glass. She remembered a weekend in Copenhagen, years ago, climbing a thin spiral staircase to the top of the Winter Garden. She’d followed the narrow, metal-worked, platform; drawn her gloved fingers across cold-sweating glass. And beneath her, a cacophony of [...]



