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Morgan's Orchard

Narna, my paternal grandmother, taught me to play cribbage while I was still quite young. If nothing else it made me practice adding up skills. Morgan's Orchard was a hand that contained a single pair. My feijoa crop: The olive crop... Rhubarb is being more productive

No Promises

'Overwhelm' is how I have been describing the last few weeks - which seems weird because we are finally getting started on what we came here for - 'to build a home'. Yesterday, in an effort to feel like I was in control of something I started editing stuff I had bookmarked on instagram - yarn skills, yoga and fitness stuff, build ideas, art, environmental and eco positives, and a pile of scientific stuff including findings in neuroscience. Reading most of it again I discovered a timely gem - overwhelm can be experienced even when you are attaining your goals; it is rooted in change (whether sought or unsought) that ruptures established routine. I've always regarded myself as adaptable, capable of adjusting to change; resilient. I've also been sensible enough to realize that change can best be absorbed when some underlying structure remains stable, a touchstone so to speak. The rug was ripped away here when the temporary living arrangement I worked so hard last ...

Nature Friday- Webs

On a misty morning the webs had collected droplets of dew. As I write this we have had 45 hours or relentless rain. It has over-topped the rain gauge 2 mornings in a row (rain gauge is 200mm - 8 inches) and I'm getting worn down by the audio assault of water hitting the aluminium tin can in which I dwell. My land is between 2 and 4 inches deep in water running off the hillsides above me and the electricity has gone off. Scully turned up sometime yesterday and I didn't hear her imprecations to be let in over the drumming of rain on metal. (She whimpers - doesn't bark.) I only discovered her hiding under the caravan when I opened the door to retrieve a bucket. We need a break and this is forecast to go on through tomorrow. src="

Biennale

At the halfway point of bike wrecking, my carefully composed installation has become a visitor attraction with tourists photographing and discussing it's contribution to the expressive art world. What I need is a grandiose statement about what inspired it, it's meaning, and my reasons for choosing this form and materials - what it all represents - and I shall submit it for exhibition at the next Venice Biennale. What it really represents is a pile of wrecked bikes, the stupidity of some bike builders in fitting rubbish components to very good frames, the idiocy of others manufacturing frames so heavy that riding them must have been like pedalling a tank. It also represents built-in obsolescence; little parts that break but are no longer obtainable (and while we might fabricate or find a work around, the work involved is worth more than the bike). It also represents changing fashions. I have rebuilt beautifully made English bikes from the 1970s only to have them rejected by the ...

Pine Pollen

My phone has done a lousy job of recording this - the pine pollen lining the puddles is on reality bright sulphurous yellow. There's a hint of yellow in the close-up of Scully. On a couple of days last week dense yellow fog rolled up the slopes of the pine plantation at the top of valley which forms our inlet or bay. It was fleeting, dispersing on wafts of breeze, and I didn't have a camera about me on either time that I saw it. Given the photographic record above I doubt I would have captured the yellow anyway and it would have looked like just another wisp of cloud lurking in alcoves of the hills. Pollen has, however, settled on everything and a light rain one evening washed it into puddles, into streaks on windows, collected it at the drip line of shed roofs, on windowsills and ledges, and the bottom of downpipes Pine plantations are big business in this region so there's a lot of pollen. I'm told that Marlborough has a second 'pollen event' when the grapes...

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Changes and surprises
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A Scottish Adventure .

The power cut.
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MY TAKE; doses of Wild YAM

Menonday Art Vibe; Sculpture Seen
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Yorkshire Pudding

Praise
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Magnon's Meanderings

Beam me Southwards Scotty
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My Quiet Life in Suffolk

First Week of June
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Careering Through Nature

Bumblebee Three Different Ways
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An English Homestead

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Visitors!!
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It's A Crazy World

The completetion (almost!) of an old project....
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The Diary of a Nobody

Taking A Break
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Coffee on the Porch with Me

Babysitting the Plants
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Cathy @ Still Waters

Recent thoughts…..
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EAGLETON NOTES

Caring Less
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Burning the midnight oil
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Coming Up Close

Xmas decorations
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Life In New Zealand

Farewell My Friends
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A Yorkshire Memoir

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