Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts

Monday, 29 October 2012

autumn leaves


A lovely weekend of walking, it was freezing but sunny and now My Jack Russell is an old man he has to wear his coat to keep him warm. He hates it!

Friday, 6 February 2009

IF- Time

Every time I see a dandelion clock I have vivid memories of childhood and telling the time by blowing the seeds away. However many 'blows' it took - that was the time. Did you do this too?
© 2009 nicky linzey for Illustration Friday

Monday, 26 January 2009

Climbing

I would love to be able to commission Patrick Blanc to create a vertical garden on my house, then I would have plants climbing all over the walls.
© 2009 nicky linzey for Illustration Friday

Thursday, 4 December 2008

olive and blue

I'm amazed that I've got olives on my tree this year. They're a bit wrinkly though so I don't know if I'll pick them.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Midsummer madness

It was a lovely day yesterday so we made a rash decision to shut down our computers and head to the beach with a picnic. It always seems more enjoyable doing something like this when you really should be working! I won't tell if you don't.

Saturday, 21 July 2007

Home grown pleasure

A corner of my allotment

The last few meals we've eaten have been almost entirely produced by us, in that the ingredients have been grown from seed, planted, tended, weeded, watered, cropped and cooked. This gives me such pleasure as I eat - I remember the cold January day planting the onions, watering the courgettes, warding off the pigeons from my peas, pulling the carrots from the earth, uncovering the little white potatoes, the gorgeous smell of Gray's freshly baked bread straight from the oven, mmm...



Friday, 20 April 2007

Intense blue


Gray, my jack russell and I went for a walk the other night up to the woods to see my favourite sight at this time of year. Although it's not just a sight - it's a smell of the most lovely perfume - a sound of beautiful birdsong and a feeling of intense pleasure at experiencing all these things.