I recently bought our many pots of pelargoniums and begonias indoors, where they'll stay overwinter. We did the same last year, though just with pelargoniums and they survived happily, so I'm hoping for similar results this year. I haven't tried this with begonias before and after reading lots about waiting for the foliage to die back and lifting the tubers (an ordeal that sounds, to me, like a lot of hassle) I decided to follow Amy's advice and just keep them in the pots - let's see what happens.
Remember here I shared our visit to the late Sir Frederick Gibberd's garden? Well I promised then to share some images from inside the house. It's a mid century delight; marble floors, high ceilings, stained glass, some great chairs (I couldn't find out the maker), and other furniture, stunning views of the garden, a fun collection of Staffordshire dogs (and a couple of cats). It's all fairly minimalist though a book of images taken of the house before Sir and Lady Gibberd's possessions and collection of art were sold off tells a different story, it was once alive with clutter and colour!
As I made my way to Tate Modern, last week, I found myself looking up at the sky; the negative space, the shape left behind by the city. A shape that changes almost daily, new cranes appear followed by new towers. As I fall in love with the London skyline it changes once again. I'm not against that change; I'm just saying, it's something I notice more and more and wish I'd been documenting the change (though I'm sure others have).
Tate Modern is a place I love, there is always an exhibition worth seeing, the huge space feels so alive and it throngs with its mass of visitors, even on the greyest of weekdays. I thoroughly enjoyed both exhibitions I saw; Saloua Raouda Choucair and Mira Schendel. It felt good to see two great exhibitions by inspiring women and ones whose love of the geometric shape shined through in such different ways.
