Thursday, May 31, 2012


With a little girl in the house who loves everything pink and frothy, pink is never far away. Pink skirts, pink boots, pink dresses, pink hair, pink fairy dresses, and pink dressing gowns.

It is not a colour I would choose to wear, but I do love it in the garden.  I am very enamoured with the pink Crowea whose flowers never cease, even better it is the perfect insect lure, hauling in the prettiest of bees (see my last post). Pink petunias, pink hollyhocks, pink native hibiscus, pink lillies, pink leek flowers, pink Naked Ladies, I am surprised by how much pink I grow in the garden.

Raspberries make a wondrously pink curd, and air dried clay turns an earthy terracotta pink.

Playing along with Evi from Sister Sun who has inspired me to dredge out all things pink from my archives. I could have filled a book.


  1. what a gorgeous photo board ... i am exactly the same, have a daughter who adores pink, but it's not a colour i use a lot of except in her room and the garden :)

  2. hey Kirsty, so glad you joined in!! I kinda like that photo board idea - there sure is a lot of pink there!! Love the little pink pixies creeping round the garden in the bottom right pic!
    Hope you're all geared up for a red one next week!!

    1. Oh I love red, will be interesting to see what I can find! Thanks for the meme.

  3. I have tried to avoid pink as long as possible, but seems like there's no way to hide from it :) At least it makes little girls happy and lovely pictures.

    1. It does make little girls happy, most hand me downs we get for the little Bowerbird are pink and she is quick to retrieve them from her selection. At the moment she wakes up and decides if she is a princess, fairy, Cinderella, Snow White, or some other fairy tale incarnation. Enchanted is 3.

  4. Loverly! I am very tempted to try making some raspberry curd next harvest! It sounds delicious..

  5. I'm intrigued, I've never heard of raspberry curd!!

      It's good, very rich!


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young