When I was a little girl, we lived next door to a man who tended the most beautiful roses. Brick walkways covered with moss led to a small but well loved garden. Rosebushes lined the beds… all colors, all kinds, identified by tiny tags sinking into earth. My favorite of all were the apricot roses…The most special in all of the garden, he told me. Sometimes, he would let me walk with him as he watered and fed them…I wasn’t allowed to touch them, too delicate, he’d say. But every so often he would bend a stem towards me so I could breathe that blossom in. And on the luckiest of days, I’d collect the fallen petals from the walkway and hold them in my hand so tightly till they were bruised with love. My very first treasure:)) I was enthralled with that garden and all that grew there. There was magic there. Every time I see a rosebush I remember:))
So much beauty and treasure in my life. I am so grateful for all the moments and spaces in between.
Lovely day, all… make it amazing ~
Once upon a time I managed a lovely little store that was filled with beautiful things…Things like bouquets of dried hydrangea flowers, vintage books with the most delicate illustrations, handmade lace by the yard and linen hats covered with intricate silk flowers. I was particularly taken with the petaled hats… the idea of having flowers in your hair…layers upon layers of petals sometimes folding over the brim…
And although my personal taste has always gently leaned towards a more modern aesthetic, I appreciated so much, the artistry, the softness, the prettiness… of all that was around me. It was tactile, sensory, feminine. Every once in a while, I pay homage to that time… to the dream of being covered in petals, from head to toe.
For #DrawingAugust Day 18 ~
Original Ink and Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel / Shellrummel.com
Emotion lingers close to surface
Like blossom fallen from branch
Original words and photography ©Michelle Rummel
The ice storm rolled in two nights ago, coating the trees in what seemed a sheen of glass. Gorgeous, to see branches dripping with ice; ice crackled over limbs, encasing the few remaining leaves, pods and frozen buds. I woke early, wanting to get closer, to try to capture the sculptural beauty. I thought my window of time to photograph would be short, the air, warmer than expected and I could hear the beginnings of the melting… But to my surprise, the day turned colder, more rain fell, more ice, different formations appeared…and I felt lucky to again be within it, immersed in the stillness and the quiet cold that ice brings…
In the earliest hours of this morning, snow gently fell. It coated the ice, softly so… When daylight arrived, again, I wandered out in it in, searching…seeking the beautiful. I wanted the comfort of nature around me, and I soon found it. A still life from Sunday’s dusting of snow, so close to my heart, now glistened under snowfall … and snowflakes landed in my eyelashes as I stood beneath the dogwood tree, looking up, immersed in a tangled maze of branches…
In the afternoon, the clouds moved on, the sky lightened and the most glorious light appeared. It reflected a pure white light into my studio, filling it with energy anew. I painted then… new designs that have only been sketches until today. Always a thrill…the beginning of a new collection, organic and natural, a softness to the lines and watercolor wash. Paint flowed, music played a gentle beat… and my mind drifted away, happy in its reverie, immersed in the colors of contentment ~