Sunday, 12 July 2009
Rosy red apples
Pomona is the Roman goddess of orchards and gardens, so it seems right to start my blog with a picture of some rosy red apples from my garden. I live in an old farmworker's cottage along a quiet country lane, surrounded by my garden and orchard - I love to make things and grow things, and lead as sustainable a life as possible.
But Pomona is a purely romantic inspiration, a nymph wafting amongst the trees - maybe the reality is more like Mrs Apple in Tales from the End Cottage! And I don't have two cats or a horse, just three dogs and a flock of hens.
My dream home has always been one of those crammed dwellings in Brambly Hedge, stacked floor to ceiling with shelves and dressers, groaning with pots of jam and blue and white china - and, up above, apples on strings festooning the rafters. I am working towards that dream, so perhaps you would like to join me on my journey, as I knit and stitch and garden, and try to make that imagined world in my head become real.