We have been having torrential monsoon like rains here of late. The country side is drinking it up greedily since we have also had a spell of heat, sun and dry weather before.
It is amazing to see things literally GROW after the watering followed by more sun and warmth. If you sit long enough in a field or a garden you can...
I am reminded of Alan Dugan, a poet who lived on Cape Cod, who would take children to watch flora grow in the dunes in summer. Such wondrousness and eyes of discovery.
The cats are less fond of the rain and wait until its all over and then tread gingerly over the wet grasses and try to make headway to paths in order to get out and about.
They get quite stir crazy when it rains here and fight with each other like people sometimes do when they feel trapped. When they come back indoors all wet we towel them off!
I have not been able to keep up with all the growth and so called weeding that has to be done in the beds. I can not tell the difference between weeds and other plants really. I find most of them beautiful and keep them anyway. I have gorgeous large thistles, Indian paintbrushes, buttercups and dandelions.
One definition is that which is invasive.
Does that make us weeds? It would look that way!
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Je retourne a Tarset
After a bon voyage with many adventures and discoveries I am back in the wee garden which became an impenetrable jungle in my absence! Tasting the many ripe raspberries on canes here and there scattered throughout between rose bushes and other shrubs and trees, mmmm....yummy. It is like a childhood dream place, very wild and filled with soft fruit like gooseberries and black currants. Most of them quite tart which I really like!
I hung up two hammocks, which I brought back, in the "orchard" consisting of 3 fruit trees, and placed a birdbath with a wistful verdigris glaze in the herb patch.
The cats and I had an affectionate re-union and have spent much time cuddling as far as one can with felines!
The sun has been shining and it is warm, almost swimmable weather, however the Tarset Burn is refreshing at the very least, and it has to be very hot to work!
Some heather is turning purple and the lanes and hedgerows are filled with wild flowers! I even found a purple orchid in the marshy part of the jungle.
Returning after time away the season changes have happened so fast and it feels almost like one has been in a coma and woken up after some time only to find the world transformed. I enjoy noticing all those changes and walking around saying hallo again to all that grows in the vicinity. I also go for a come back home walk to the burn down the hill and look for Patrick the heron, sitting on the bridge and taking it all in. These wee rituals make sense in a stressful time and we are in our prime!
This particular coma was a good one!
I hung up two hammocks, which I brought back, in the "orchard" consisting of 3 fruit trees, and placed a birdbath with a wistful verdigris glaze in the herb patch.
The cats and I had an affectionate re-union and have spent much time cuddling as far as one can with felines!
The sun has been shining and it is warm, almost swimmable weather, however the Tarset Burn is refreshing at the very least, and it has to be very hot to work!
Some heather is turning purple and the lanes and hedgerows are filled with wild flowers! I even found a purple orchid in the marshy part of the jungle.
Returning after time away the season changes have happened so fast and it feels almost like one has been in a coma and woken up after some time only to find the world transformed. I enjoy noticing all those changes and walking around saying hallo again to all that grows in the vicinity. I also go for a come back home walk to the burn down the hill and look for Patrick the heron, sitting on the bridge and taking it all in. These wee rituals make sense in a stressful time and we are in our prime!
This particular coma was a good one!
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
White Rabbits
Getting ready to be on the road for July. Mainly to take In Person 30 Poets the dvd-book from Bloodaxe Books to festivals and events around the UK.
I enjoyed the garden today in the unusually warm temperature. Planting the pots of plants I still had around but the weather had been so cold and wet I just had not done it yet. Sibirian Iris, White Dicentra, Euphorbia, Cowslips and Ox-Eyed Daisies...
Plus I mulched the Tuscany Superb rose I planted last month.
At the moment lots of species roses are in bloom, the white jasmine, cranebill geraniums, honeysuckle climbing everywhere and it looks so wild and wonderful.
I napped with Fergus and enjoyed his steady breathing and smacking sounds. I think he dreams he is eating something very yummy! He is so affectionate and lies close and I cannot stop looking at him and his little red head!
I will miss all the darling adorable cats when I am away. Very much.
I enjoyed the garden today in the unusually warm temperature. Planting the pots of plants I still had around but the weather had been so cold and wet I just had not done it yet. Sibirian Iris, White Dicentra, Euphorbia, Cowslips and Ox-Eyed Daisies...
Plus I mulched the Tuscany Superb rose I planted last month.
At the moment lots of species roses are in bloom, the white jasmine, cranebill geraniums, honeysuckle climbing everywhere and it looks so wild and wonderful.
I napped with Fergus and enjoyed his steady breathing and smacking sounds. I think he dreams he is eating something very yummy! He is so affectionate and lies close and I cannot stop looking at him and his little red head!
I will miss all the darling adorable cats when I am away. Very much.
Monday, 30 June 2008
T and T
These days are punctuated by sessions of tea and tennis. Marvellous afternoons!
Not one drop spilled either!
I am rooting for Rafa. Enjoying every game I see. Thinking of Elka my old tennis- watching buddy. In fact she turned me onto tennis in the days of Boris Becker! I miss her immensely and especially during Wimbledon.
Not one drop spilled either!
I am rooting for Rafa. Enjoying every game I see. Thinking of Elka my old tennis- watching buddy. In fact she turned me onto tennis in the days of Boris Becker! I miss her immensely and especially during Wimbledon.
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Google is a wonder. I have re-connected with old long lost friends and found new ones!
Though we are a huge planet with billions of people through google you can find those who may be part of "your tribe" and make a web of connection across the world. It is amazing. I just found the work of a Tara Bradford, a photographer, through a coincidence.
Thank you to those who have left comments. IT MEANS A LOT TO ME.
If you wish to correspond please indicate that and I will write back.
Now that google has become a verb that alone is an indication of how much it has had an effect on our culture and our ability to find out information for ourselves.
Google it just a little bit...
Had a strange dream last night. I was in a club in England somewhere but talking to this American girl about Johnny Thunders! In reality I have seen him play at Max's Kansas City but in the dream we were waiting for him to play at that club. I wanted to tell her that he was dead, but did not want to disappoint her.
Though we are a huge planet with billions of people through google you can find those who may be part of "your tribe" and make a web of connection across the world. It is amazing. I just found the work of a Tara Bradford, a photographer, through a coincidence.
Thank you to those who have left comments. IT MEANS A LOT TO ME.
If you wish to correspond please indicate that and I will write back.
Now that google has become a verb that alone is an indication of how much it has had an effect on our culture and our ability to find out information for ourselves.
Google it just a little bit...
Had a strange dream last night. I was in a club in England somewhere but talking to this American girl about Johnny Thunders! In reality I have seen him play at Max's Kansas City but in the dream we were waiting for him to play at that club. I wanted to tell her that he was dead, but did not want to disappoint her.
Monday, 23 June 2008
Mortality
There is one thing we know for certain when we are born and that is that we shall die. Perhaps we are not fully conscious of what the state of death is or life either for that matter. But we do know change is on the agenda. Change is a constant. Transformation.
When I hear that people very dear to me have died I am unable to fully process what that even means. It is difficult to understand the concept of death. It feels like an absence, a big void, and yet the memories and the sensations are so vivid, so alive if you like.
This year alone several very beloved friends have taken another path, that of not being concrete and material, but more astral. The latest I heard of today was Nan Hoover. Earlier in the year it was Eugenia Perpetua Butler and Arturo Vivante. We were still in the process of our mutual dialogue, the ongoing conversation we have with our friends through life. These were definitely left unfinished.
Mortality is such a shocking concept and yet why should it be!? Every day is about life and death. Every moment. We are dying all of us, everything which is alive is also dying. The surprise of it however when it happens is so real. Death is unexpected even when it is. It is still hard to understand what it is and why and how.
When I hear that people very dear to me have died I am unable to fully process what that even means. It is difficult to understand the concept of death. It feels like an absence, a big void, and yet the memories and the sensations are so vivid, so alive if you like.
This year alone several very beloved friends have taken another path, that of not being concrete and material, but more astral. The latest I heard of today was Nan Hoover. Earlier in the year it was Eugenia Perpetua Butler and Arturo Vivante. We were still in the process of our mutual dialogue, the ongoing conversation we have with our friends through life. These were definitely left unfinished.
Mortality is such a shocking concept and yet why should it be!? Every day is about life and death. Every moment. We are dying all of us, everything which is alive is also dying. The surprise of it however when it happens is so real. Death is unexpected even when it is. It is still hard to understand what it is and why and how.
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