Peek-a-boo...

Just outside the glazed doors in the dining area, some of the newly planted pensees and violets form a nice little circle of potted friends, and we spend the days playing peek-a-boo with each other through the different panes of the door.

Some cousins, rather untamed and with a penchant for living a little on the wild side, peer at us from underneath a garden bench, and there are moments where I am quite convinced they arch their backs just a little bit extra to show off their natural beauty and rub their freedom in the noses of the manicured but restricted potted lot.

Oh, the colour of this little beauty, the perfectly rounded petals, the little face in the middle, giving it that shy and innocent look... Ah, Mummy Nature, you did well on this one!

And now to something completely different. Try as I might, I could not find a catchy - or in fact any link at all that did not seem grotesquely contrived -from the violet to this, my latest second-hand shop find. It is probably not as old as I would like to imagine it is, and I am not sure how I feel about the painted design, but with considerable contemplation, perhaps I could find a place or purpose for it. Any suggestions for a small still life featuring black kitchen scales, anyone?