Just look what I picked today in my garden! A beautiful plump, ripe, juicy FIG. And there are lots more on the tree. To think that for the better part of my life I thought I hated figs - and that was because my mother used to give me a dose of Syrup of Figs every Friday night when I was a child. I hated it so much I turned my back on figs but oh, how different a ripe fig straight off the tree is from the sickly sweet syrup I remember. I cut it in half and George and I enjoyed it after dinner - one of our five a day. And all five today came from the garden, tomatoes, runner beans and a handful of gooseberries cooked with a couple of fallen apples and served with a crumbled digestive biscuit and a spoonful of Greek yoghurt. Yummy.
And following Gina's instructions in her Blog Drawing Tutorial I had coloured some pages in a sketchbook ages ago, having been told that was the way to overcome the terror of blank pages in a new sketch book. Having painted them, I then did not know what to do with them! But there they were, ready and waiting for a little painting done with a kebab stick dipped in bleach.
A couple of little chicks - in this case the early bird didn't get the worm . And then a couple of aliums picked from the garden, it is fascinating to watch the bleach taking effect, I know Gina said it would ruin a paintbrush but I bet you would get some better effects . I got a bit carried away with the daisies
Whilst I was painting the aliums, some hover wasps came into the conservatory and clustered around the flower head. Notice my illicit Campari - I am on a promise to myself not to drink during the week, but it has been a hard day.