Admiring the light

I’ve said before that I bought this house because of the light. Because of the old-glass, single-pane, broken down old drafty windows which let in such incredible light, and it’s so true.

I love the way the light dawns into my bedroom in the morning and cuts ribbons across the lace curtains.

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And then it picks up the golden pollen on the living room side table; fallen off the euphorbia blossoms over night.

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I love that by the evening it comes streaming into the dining room and lights up anything on the dining table.

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And I love how the last rays sneak under tables and lamps playing with a bit of wood grain here, a little velvet there.

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These are the reasons there are several cameras on hand at all times in this house.
Is there such a thing as being too addicted to the light if you’re a photographer? Couldn’t possible be. :)

It was a get out of town kind of day

Ok, this totally wasn’t my fault. It’s been a warm day, the sun was shining, and I got an email from a nursery, 50 km out of town, that they were having a May Day sale. Buy one get one free on roses! Roses! Geraniums, dahlia tubers, cacti…well, actually I stopped reading because they had me at roses.

So Chloe, mom and I drove out to buy ridiculous amounts of roses and then on to have a nice lunch, in a country cafe, on the patio, in the sunshine.

Our table wasn’t going to be ready for a half hour and so I left them my cell phone number and we walked down to the antique mall and had a good mooch around.

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C’s objective was to buy that little pearly clutch she didn’t buy when we were there last time, remember?

And we generally had a lovely time hamming it up and trying not to buy everything in sight. Do we look like 1940’s movie stars? (Well, disregard the hoodies and the iPhone)

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C saw some lovely bunting made from creamy, lacy, embroidered triangles held together with a ribbon of pom-poms. How cute is that? We decided we would make our own.

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We looked into every corner and got some fantastic ideas.

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Look at this little cupboard, perfect for our mason jars full of beach glass. How hard could that be to make? One ornate thrift store frame plus some bits of wood and my skill saw.

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Over all the excitement about the roses, I somehow managed to lose my reading glasses somewhere in the nursery. That’s because I tend to hang them from my T-shirt and they tend to slip off. Usually I notice and pick them up but not this time, but found a really nice vintage pair at my 1.25 strength. Chloe found her clutch, and a pretty lacy blouse, and mom got a copy of The Diary of an Edwardian Lady. She loved my copy. Isn’t that the loveliest book? I’ve got a copy in Vancouver and one in Oxfordshire.

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Well, my phone rang much too soon. Our table was ready and so we reluctantly left the antique mall and walked to the restaurant.

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We shared a bunch of appies, looked at our loot and thought about how lucky we were to be sitting outside in the sunshine.

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When was the last time you got out of town? It’s such a good idea. :)

Belong, Belonging, Beloved. A little love letter to us, my Wordsmith Studio friends, on our first anniversary.

Yesterday I finally fell into work in the studio. I set all projects aside and simply created from my heart, created for you and for this post.

I love improvisational work, nothing feels better or truer.

It can be hard to let go, to be free, to be true. This kind of work is dangerous. What if people don’t like it? What if you…who are so important to me and so in my heart… what if you don’t like it? But it’s the purest offering I can give you.

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Let’s talk about this insane thing we did. A year ago this April, we came together, complete strangers, over a challenge to grow our on-line presence at Robert Brewer’s My name is not Bob blog.
We took a chance. We built our platforms, we circled each other, we followed each other, we read each other and we liked each other…but then we found out that we really did like each other and we started to support each other, to share more than just our work.

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We come from different corners of the world and every walk of life, but when we are asked what are we doing this for, our answers are:
Because it makes us happy.
Because it makes others happy.
Because, as our skills develop, we can feel ourselves developing as writers, as poets, as artists, as photographers.
Because the language of our art is ancient and we want to speak it proficiently.
Because we always knew we would do creative work.
Because at one point in our lives we decided to finally do what we wanted to do all along.
Because we never want to give up.
Because what we do takes courage.
Because we believe there is value in being vulnerable.
Because sharing is good.
Because it makes us laugh and cry.
Because it’s good for our soul.
Because we believe in each other.
Because we love to and because we want to, and each time we are asked we think of seventeen more reasons.

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And sometimes the work is not a joy, sometimes it is forced and no one, including our own brave little heart, believes we can do it, but we carry on.

Here we all are together, birds of a feather.
And tomorrow we will be braver and work on, and tomorrow we will be less tired and tomorrow we will share some more of our hearts with each other.

And we will create.

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In the end it’s the best way we know how to give.
A careless unveiling and then, and then we will stand in the light and shine.

And to my heart we belong together in our group.

In my heart you are worthy of belonging and you are beloved.

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A fourth journal entry for Folk Magazine with love and understanding.

The Folk Magazine Journal entry for this week asks for influence. To write my American story as part of a giant American story, the tapestry of our lives, in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

I’m Czech by birth, German by heritage, Canadian by chance, British by choice. My Austrian grandfather was in love with Vancouver, the land, the ocean, the mountains and, when it was evident that our family would not be safe in Russian occupied Prague, my grandfather decided we would immigrate to Canada and here I am. I have a dual citizenship and speak several languages. I’ve lived in Europe, (Paris, Geneva, Austria, Prague and now Oxfordshire UK) for very long stretches of time so I can say that while Canada is my country, Europe is generally my home town.

I must say that I don’t know a lot about American history. I know of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. but only understand his basic premises and I hope that’s enough for me to talk about what I would like to talk about in this post.

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I have a story, a beautiful American story to tell.

Over twenty years ago, my then husband and I drove down the American Pacific coast on holiday. I was pregnant with my last child and so over the top emotional…you know how that goes. We were at Fisherman’s Warf in San Francisco and I just stepped out of the car when a man ran past me shoving me violently into the side of the car and another man ran past me directly after him chasing him with a knife. I was shaking and completely inconsolable and we got back into the car and drove to Oakland to the hotel we were staying in.

I gathered my strength after several hours, and after much persuasion, and seeing the lights at the Oakland Coliseum, we decided to go to the baseball game.

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Now please know and understand that I was never, NEVER, EVER going to set foot in San Francisco ever again. But then we found our seats and beside us were the most wonderful, loveliest, most loving people I had ever met in my life. Some of them invited us to stay with them, all of them sympathised and many told us of the wonderful and beautiful San Francisco I had given up and abandoned forever without ever giving it a chance.

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So this brings me to my MLK Jr. story. It’s so important to know and understand your whole community, everyone, whoever they are. Look thru understanding and loving eyes. Having been a political refugee, an immigrant and living as I do in different parts of the world, I come across prejudice sometimes but I truly think that, by knowing and accepting without judgement people of all nationalities, races, sexual orientation, religious/or not persuasion and welcoming them into my life, these prejudices can be dispelled and the vitriol neutralised.

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What would I do without my writing group Wordsmith Studio, (mostly made up of American members) who support me and love me and accept my quirky ways? Where would I be without my Seattle friends and closest American neighbours who I impose on each year? Who would I be without those generous Oakland A’s fans who held my hand and helped make San Francisco one of my most favorite and romantic places to visit?

So, on this third Monday in January, I would like to wish a Happy MLK Jr. Day to my lovely and loved American friends, I’m so happy you are all in my life. I hope to keep learning your stories and continue to be a part of the tapestry of America in my own Canadian way.

Journal 1 entry here, journal 2 here, journal 3 here.

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A special event, a virtual coffee house. I’ll be the one wearing a pink carnation waving at you.

It’s funny how coincidence works. One of my favorite blogs disappeared a year ago and, searching for it, I came to another blogger’s site, and that blogger has now become my friend. She is the sweet, gentle-hearted Vicki of 2bagsfull. She is hosting this lovely blog hop.

GrowYourBlog2013Hi everyone, my name is Veronica, which you probably already know by the name of my blog. Just today someone asked me how does one come up with a good blog name and I had to say that I honestly never thought about it.

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Several years ago my daughter Kerstin designed and drew this symbol as a brand for me and I’ve loved and used it ever since, so it’s Veronica Roth here, or just V, because who can be bothered with a four syllable name anyway.

Speaking of children, I have three: Jonathan, Kerstin and Chloe. They are grown and over the years they’ve multiplied and now I seem to have seven and so now we must include Kerstie’s Adam, Chloe’s Bryson, and the new babies in the family: Ever and Isla (usually called Binky and Bunny). Somehow they are always getting in front of my camera.

Oh, cameras, yes, I seem to have a collection of them and that’s a good thing because I take a lot of photos, a LOT of photos. Really A LOT, A TON of photos.
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Some you will not see because they are proprietary to magazines or for sale thru stock agencies but you’ll see loads on these pages. The photos on these pages are for you. And I mean for YOU. Use them, copy them, find inspiration with them, say thank you, have fun. They describe everyday moments … my everyday moments … a common magic.

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I also muck about with paints.
I love to paint in oils on large canvases…

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…but I’ll paint, draw, muck about on just about anything with any medium. Old maps, sheet music, book jackets, the sawn off end of this year’s Christmas tree …you get the picture.

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I write. On these pages you’ll find free verse poetry under the “I’m not as green as I’m cabbage looking” tag, in real life you’ll find magazine and on-line articles.

I’m all over the place usually, but mostly either in my home in the city: Vancouver, BC, Canada or my home in the country: the village of Northmoor, Oxfordshire, England. (where I drive really fast on the wrong side of the road)

And, as it says on my bio, I’m completely hopeless at planning anything and so have no idea what the future will bring. Right now this site is a wonderful creative outlet for me and I love, LOVE and cherish the friends I’ve met thru it. I hope you will say hello and leave your site addy so I can come visit and get to know you and I hope you will take the time to get to know me.

Oh, there are cats. Vancouver cats Morgan and Milo and British cat Theo. They’re the little heartbeats at my feet.
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My wonderful Christmas wish list

Among all the wonderful things about Britain there is one thing in particular I absolutely love: the idea to buy local. This is something both my countries have in common and it just makes so much sense on so many fronts, don’t you think?

Here in Britain there are so many wonderful artists and crafts people that you don’t ever need to look over seas.

I found a small handful of the most wonderful artists recently and it all started with this little owl on Facebook:

Well of course the minute I saw this I wanted to know all about the artist responsible: Kaitlyn Pearson (Kate) of Cornish Bird in the Sticks. I took a peek at her site, liked her page on Facebook and guess what happened?

Yup, one for me and one for C’s phone. I’m afraid so, am totally addicted to her lovely, friendly graphics.

I think you would all do really well to like her FB page because Kate has a knack for finding more lovely artists to like.

Now look at this lovely:

This is the work of artist Jane Ryan (who Kate posted about).

Jane makes the loveliest movable toys for adults from bits and pieces and beautiful reclaimed wood.

Stop by her site and her FB page to see dozens more beautiful moveable sculptures. I love, LOVE the ones with poetry and, since I love gardening, those quirky ladies watering their flowers make me laugh.

Now here’s something:

Helen Bottrill works these simple and stunning appliqué designs. I first heard about Helen thru Kate and then found a feature about her and her cozy, charming studio in my Dec issue of Country Living magazine.

Come check out her site Kindred Rose and her FB page to see so much more. Helen’s happy, little robin appliqués are my absolute favorite.

When I came across my new friend Charlotte Trimm the first image that caught my attention was this one:

Well, it’s easy to see how that can happen when you see her beautiful work:

Charlie says that all one needs is “a desk with a scalpel, lots of patience, endless cups of tea, a pinch of love, a smidge of imagination, an epic coloured paper collection and a little bit of OCD.” I think her incredible talent also helps. Check out Charlie’s FB page here. Charlie makes wonderful family trees. I’m already planning my commission.

Special note for this post!

All but one of these images here are the property of the artists who have kindly given me permission to show you. Please be kind and respect the copyright, but go ahead to any other of my posts and borrow to your heart’s content.

Free advice…no qualifications…great combo!

Occasionally I’m overcome with fear.

Some little demon of despair perches on my left shoulder, drags his fingertips across my heart and utters wicked things like, “You’ll never make anything interesting. This art of yours is nothing but a hobby and it shows.”

I try to suppress it, but it rises to the surface like bubbles of air in a tar pit.

The only way to overcome this smoky little demon (and the things he whispers in my ear) is to take him in my hands and turn his ugly little face toward the light.

Then I make something and try my very best with it. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I get it just right, but either way I have to try my very best. And everything is good practice.

I’m not good at giving advice and even worse at taking it but the best thing I know is to try not to let fear hold me back.

So be a brave soldier and carry on. Face it head on, dismantle it and reckon with it however you can.

It only feels malevolent. In reality it can’t hurt you because it’s imaginary in every way. :)

A cow parley seed head, common spindle branches and pages from an old dictionary fashioned into origami stars. Humble materials, good practice.

A day out of the ten miles…lunch at Sudeley Castle, Gloucestershire.

You know how on a day out you sometimes say to yourself, “I’d like to go visit a castle…no…wait…maybe some historic ruins. Oh, but then I’d also like a nice place for lunch, some shopping and a museum would be great.” You know…like you do.

Well, I found the best place for you to visit. Sudeley Castle in the beautiful Cotswolds.

This place was home to Queen Katherine Parr, sixth wife of Henry the VIII. She actually walked the grounds, the halls, prayed in the church, and she’s buried there too. You know who else stayed there? Lady Jane Gray, Queen Elisabeth I, Kings Richard III, Charles I, George III…oh, what am I doing…this isn’t a history lesson. But now it’s the private home of Lord and Lady Ashcombe and family, who will let you tour their private apartments on three days/week.


About 3/4 of the castle is habitable and serves as the private rooms, museum and cafe.

The remaining 1/4 is so romantic. Beautiful, majestic ruins.

The cafe is in a part of the old stables. There’s a copy of the warrant of execution for King Charles I hanging on the walls. Apparently it was signed there.

I recommend the roast beef baguette. The chips are out of this world.

The view to the formal gardens from the museum part.

Wouldn’t you love a water feature like this in your garden?

Here is a small knot garden.

And a walled secret garden.

Between the formal garden and the secret garden is the church.

Inside is a marble tomb in which rests Queen Katherine Parr.

The most amazing place. Many more photos on my FB. Come see.

To define is to limit…Free spirit, Weekly WordPress Photo Challenge


Believe me when I say: To define is to limit.
From the Latin verb “definire”…to limit
Go on…live a life without definition…without limits.
Thought about and written for the Weekly WordPress Photo Challenge…Free spirit

Now these are some proper late summer herbaceous borders!

My friend Elaine and I made a date for lunch today at Aston Pottery in the village of Aston. Last year the owners were busy planting some perennial borders and this year the borders are absolutely spectacular. We are both avid plants women; we were in heaven.

Walking down the path was just breathtaking. I know…they’re only flowers…but you should have seen the bees and bumblebees and butterflies on the bee balm and Echinacea.

The phlox! What can I say about the phlox? It’s magical here. Big bronze stems and bright fuchsia blooms.

Agapanthus, crane’s bill geranium, huge stargazer lilies, michaelmas daisies and astras, coreopsis and crocosmia.

Absolutely no room to move within the borders. This is fantastic because they hold each other up and choke out the weeds. What a brilliant treat to see.

On our way out we waved to owner Stephen Baughan. He was busy planting a huge border on a ten foot bank. Way to go Stephen, the gardens look lovely.