My garden in December

I have spent most of today in my garden. It is mild outside; the birds are singing and the air is soft and fragrant with damp earth and rotting apples. And the fragrance of roses..


The jasmine is taking over all available space; I don’t want to cut her back, but I think I should.


The figs keep on growing, but I don’t think many more will ripen this year. I’ll leave them on the tree a little bit longer, just in case they feel like giving me a surprise.

Lungworth, primula and strawberries are already in bloom. It is December, but I don’t think they care.


Meanwhile, the Arum Lily is dreaming of large white flower spikes.



About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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