I've heard my father describe himself this way and it's very far from the truth. He has hands that speak volumes in their intricate highways of scars and gouges, the byproduct of a creative life. Last week he and Mum came down with the trusty tool box to finish off the girls' cubby house.
What was really special about this trip was the eight-year-old shadow that followed his every move. I watched the two heads bent together discussing tri-squares and the makings of a Spanish windlass. He taught her how to use a saw and where to put her hands when using a hammer. I know it's something she will never forget.
This is one of my debaucherous oriental poppies in flower over the weekend. I'm planning on using some of the seed heads in arrangements later in the summer. Hope you had a beautiful weekend. xx