Garden Paintings.
I walk down the narrow cobbled path, pushing the encroaching plants aside as if forcing my way through a football crowd, breathing in the intoxicating scent of roses, sage, lavender and artemisia growing in soft, fluffy silvery grey billowing domes.
The colour intensifies as your eye moves forward to the colourful patterns of tomato red with marmalade touches and magenta rose trumpets, cheek by Jowell with cornflower blue butterflies overseen by the domed heads of box, keeping watch, horizontal hedges and vertical tree trunks and paths enclose the space like a Persian carpet.
My greenhouse. Exotic flowers falling from the sky as if in a rainforest with humming birds feeding from the trumpets, the vibrant colours and sultry heat encourage the twining, twisting, clinging stems into a tangle of lusciouness fighting for the light and survival. Damp red earth and azure blue skies feed the hot scent.
