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With a winter so mild I am surrounded by a wonderful array of flowers and so have decided to join the Valentines Day Flower Count instigated by the National Trust in Devon and Cornwall. Here they are.

The first sunshine of the year came on the third day and I and the bees came out to enjoy its warmth, the bees feasting on the nectar of Tree Heather.

The Peschanka Dunes of Kazakhstan were formed 60 million years ago and so plants and animals are well adjusted to this sandy environment. The Toad-headed Agamas merge seamlessly with the sand, hardly visible until they move, but once seen these lizards are entrancing to watch.

Through the long days of summer I brought the blue and white flowers of Agapanthus, Romneya and Nigella into my studio, creating their likenesses in textile collage. Although winter has now come I have balanced these elements below a blue sky with billowing clouds. Blue butterflies dance in the air, and I can feel the delight of summer despite the gloom outside.

Buzzards often fly overhead, but there are closer encounters with the birds that use the windswept hawthorn trees along our quiet roads for perches. They fly up as cars approach, dwarfing the hawthorns.

I take real delight in seeing clothes drying on the washing line, absorbing all that fresh air and sunshine. The butterflies like sun-soaked fabric too.

Many creatures come to dine on my apples but the songbirds come to sing and my cat just to enjoy my company, although the birds are none to keen on that one.

Knapweed arrived uninvited in my garden but is beloved by bees so I have come to love it too. Its dark stems reach up through Stipa tenuissima with its fine hair-like stems and flowers. The shifting light through the grasses is reflected in my textile collage and you can almost hear the buzzing of the bees.

Having delivered art to Cornwall Crafts at Trelissick I walked down to the water, where people were enjoying the autumn sunshine and a Robin was singing to the world.

Mid-summer morning in a Kazakh Village in the foothills of The Altai Mountains. In a landscape of Granite, the houses and fences are all of wood, from the extremely rustic to the wildly decorative.

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