Monday, June 4, 2012


Playing along with Sister Sun and her colour link up. Celebrating all things red.

I do love red, the colour we begin our lives with, nestled in our mothers womb.  The colours of leaves in the Autumn sun. There is warmth and comfort in red. The colour of kisses,sunrises and sunsets. The colours of nature - red roses, red earth, red gum, rusted iron and terracotta. Red is delicious - red chillies, raspberries, cranberries, strawberries, cherries, tomatoes and the sweet red flowers of pineapple sage. Red is wild and dangerous. The colour of fire. The stripe of a red backed spider and poisonous red Fly Agaric Mushrooms warning us not to come near. Red is mischievous fun - red cars, red boots, red lipstick, red cochineal dyed lollies and the splendid flush of red cheeks. 

And because I was still thinking pink, long after Sister Sun's meme had finished, here is last weeks hues of pink around our home.  I think I like using the link to inspire me to discover all the colour around my life now, rather than sorting through the photos of old. 


  1. Love these beautiful colourful photo collages, especially as bees love flowers!

  2. I love how you've so beautifully described those colours of red. I do love red too, so bright and full of life. And by focussing on just one colour it is amazing how much of it you can discover. x

  3. Loving the red flowers of the pineapple sage at the moment..they really add cheer to the garden!

    The collages really let the colour shine through, don't they? She's so cute gathering red autumn leaves, too!

  4. Wow, love all that gorgeous red! You've really put together an awesome collection of your red pics!
    Thanks so much for joining in again - it's so much fun to read about other peoples perceptions of colours!

  5. Great photos - I love them all but in particular the beautiful colour of that wood in the wheelbarrow - oh I miss having an open fire.


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