How Wild The Wind Blows

Indeed the weather has been wild and windy here lately, but 
with dashes of random sunshine and masses of butterflies.  

Wanderer Butterflies sipping nectar in our flower garden.

So I've been busying myself inside this week. In the studio.

Making, making making for shop 1 & shop 2 (opening soon),

taking photographs for my portfolio, making new artwork,

contemplating making some more sculptural pieces

and listening (a lot) to the music of Nick Drake.

It seems that Nick's mother was musically inclined too and

a couple of her homemade recordings have been doing the 

rounds on the internet lately.  This is possibly one of them...

How Wild The Wind Blows

An acorn carries an oak tree

Sleeping but for a little while;

Winter lies in the arms of spring

As a mother carries her child

And never knows

How wild the wind blows

A thought carries a universe

A seed carries a field of grain

Love lies in the arms of change

As a joy carries a pain

And noone knows

How wild the wind blows

written and sung by Molly Drake (?)

Eerie... and beautiful, even if it turns out not to be Molly's song. x