Saturday, April 9

Stylish Blogger's Award

I have been extremely remiss of late.
I received a stylish bloggers award and forgot to mention it,
or follow through and pass it on.
oooops
This is partly due to the fact that I am a silver surfer,
but also a bit of a dreamer.
Many apologies to my lovely girl at Amelies House.
I only started blogging because she encouraged me ...
...so a big thankyou to her for that.
It's kind of her to put me forward for a stylish Blogger's award anyway.
do we have to have stylish blogs,
or are we stylish people?
I'm flattered...whichever!

The award states that I must pass this on to five bloggers that I like.
that's not so easy...I have loads!

Anyway I'm going to start with
The Confusionosity of Life
My oldest grand daughter's blog about her life with S.M.A.

Next is a poetry blogger
who for me is the truest wordsmith
of all the poetry blogs that I follow.
Pics and Poems
Would that I could write as honestly as he.

Someone who writes poetry,
 but also a great diary of the events on a Yorkshire farm is
The Weaver of Grass.
Lots of common sense and thoughtful wonderings about the nitty- gritty of life.

I couldn't let this go by without a superb art photography blog
and this is superb!
bicocacolors
posted regularly by a young Spanish artist
making amazing pics from every day objects.
And lastly it wouldn't be complete without a bit of foodie posting!
Feasts and Festivals
is a celebration of the food and festivals of our islands.
Who would ever have imagined that the Brits had so many great recipes up their sleeves....
or at least in their recipe books!

Now to let you know seven things about me...here goes.
1. I'm a middle child of three.
[ could be what's wrong with me ..or alternatively what's right!]
2.I adore the seaside...oh you realised that?
It doesn't have to be silver sands and warm seas
I have done that...just the open space and the sky above..magic.
3.I had an amazing spinster aunt called Helen.
She partly brought me up
and regularly referred to the size of my feet,
 the parting in my hair
 and the turn up of my nose.
But she also bought me comics and a finger of fudge,
when there weren't many comics or fingers of fudge in the aftermath of 1945.
4. Yes I do have rather big feet
and oh what a todo when you want a smart pair of shoes
 and the shop asssistant says,"Oh we don't do those sizes madam....sorry!"
5.I have a friend that I have known since I was 5 years old
and this week we had coffee together as usual.
We were once known as "the inseperables and incorrigibles"
6.Since I was a teenager I've been tall and rather thin -
- straight actress actually.
Which can be good as I can wear clothes fairly well.
But in the teenage years it was so bad,
as I always had to play the boy in the dance class
at school.....bah!
7.I always have a home with an open fire.
In the country areas in Ireland you never let the fire go out
it's the "hearth or heart" of the home and iconically symbolic.

So there you are you know a little bit
about a lot of things....as Peggy Lee sang once.


The Talk.




Gave one of my art history talks this week.
I'd like to call them lectures, but it sounds too grand!
This is one that I give about the Bloomsbury group of artists, 
and the lives that they led at Charleston farmhouse in Sussex.
There were 25 women from a church in Warrington,
so I wasn't sure how well the history of the Bloomsburys would go down!
At the end an elderly woman came up and thanked me very sincerely for the lecture,
but mentioned that she had forgotten to bring her hearing aid, so heard very little.
But said what she did hear she enjoyed!

Presumably she enjoyed a good story about the menage a trois escapades
 of the Bloomsbury gang!



Charleston Farmhouse Sussex.

Thursday, April 7

A Poem for Thursday.


Silly thing this....
....but I went to the auctions recently with a friend who wanted to buy some garden ornaments.
She got nothing .... prices went too high.
I went for nothing, which is always fatal!
I spied two antique Japanese coats hanging up outside the auction room and I was hooked.
I can't tell you what I paid as the potter might read this and he would give me that sad eyed look!
The thing is, that it was only three days before the Japanese tragedies.
Silly how you react sometimes. It hit me really badly.
I sang at a gig that Friday and wore one of them in some desperate attempt at identification with them.
I couldn't bear to put up the poem that came to me then.... it was too fragile a time.
Today I read that they have at last managed to stop the flow of contaminated water .
That's at least something.
I know that this will go on for them ...and on.....and on.



2  4  6
Two. forty -six is a sleepy time.
Two, four, six,  is a children's rhyme.
You can't go swimming 'cos the waves are too high.
Don't frighten the kids
just give them a smile.

It's only the earth dear,
When all's said and done.
It's just the blue planet,
We orbit the sun.
It's far, far away from the garden my dear.
There's no need for temperate people to fear.

Just go fly a kite
and give them a smile.
But please don't go swimming
The waves are too high. 


and it's cherry blossom time again in Tokyo.

Tuesday, April 5

Blossom Dearie - I Wish You Love



What with all of this blossom surrounding us
I think we might need a bit of Blossom Dearie ...dearie
 to go with it !


Alright ...so it's ornamental flowering currant!

Monday, April 4

The Summerhouse.


My christmas gift from the potter,
 was having the summerhouse restored .
It achieved much more than it's previous glory.




Doors painted sky blue.



Windows freshly glossed white.



The roof clad with timber and emulsioned creamily white.



The walls clad and paintwashed with a soft summer blue like a washed out sky.




Things restored to the walls.
Abandonned items from the home, needing refuge.



A place for bits.
Important things like sun umbrellas and ladders





Beloved holiday truck.
Indian lampshades and Spanish posters of bull fighters,
who I could never bear to watch fight, but love the art they produce!



Bedraggled handy bags...lovely Madeiran embroidery.



And always the sun shines on us.



And empty bottles display their emptiness!
While under them hang papery rings of dried foliage from ancient celebrations.



With an even older stringy thing from the lakes holidays when "they" were very young indeed.
(they being the young ones from the potters house)




New covers on old chairs,
and old quilts underneath.




Chinese hats in case the global warming gets to us.


And ancient ice cream adverts to remind us of summer,
 should we ever stray there in the winter.




Bar stools clad with flamingos.



And bedroom chairs with patchwork mended over and over.
Charity shop crotchet flung over the backs of them
 with may I say, gay abandon!.





Children's paintings presented with much love and bedecked with indian fabric bunting.


Sydney's W.W.II  Royal Navy "bins".
Handy for bird watching on lazy summer evenings.

Romanian wine bottles of ferocious strength...giggle.


And a Holman Hunt lamp to light the way in the darkness.




Bunches of dried flowers...




........left behind from the first little business,
 that the "Amelies House" girl started so long ago.






And always, as my mother said, some red to cheer the soul along the way.





Nothing wasted....




And a view to dream over,
 with the cherry tree bursting into blossom.



Put your feet up on the footstool , potter,
take your ease and survey a job.....
 ...well done.

Stripey Beetle

I trimmed the rosemary bush at the weekend and this little fellow was tucked away on a leaf. It looks like a ladybird at least in shape but the body is striped and shines with an irridescent hue...beautiful.
Has anyone any idea what it is? My thought was , "is it a foreign ladybird?" There are so many now in the garden.



All help appreciated!

It's a beauty!