Already missing Autumn
Colour fades in Winter
Llke a Bruegel painting
Colour slipping off the branches
Like skin falling
Leaving black bones.
The hounds swallow vermillion
Grind umber
Sup on the remains.
Bring Spring soon.
Bring back Autumn
Category: Memories
Raindrops
It was raining this morning at three in the morning, but through the mild mirk of a December night the sound of a blackbird was heard singing.
The rain continued and the raindrops splattered my window, the drips from the gutter splashed down onto me as I opened the front door to get the milk bottles in. Water was running down the road and overflowing the drains.
I didn’t hear the bird but I could hear the cars whooshing through the rain… Being on a main road can be noisy.
No cards this year
Usually I send cards to my friends, but the local card shop has closed, the post office closed and one of the post boxes has been removed.
I decided I would make a donation to the charity Parkinsons UK instead. They do work on trying to find and resolve the causes of Parkinsons disease. Hopefully I will be helping others in my circumstances.
Cards are a fun way to show you care about your friends and family. They were first sent by the Victorians in 1843. They became more popular in the 1860s and 70s. People used the penny post to send them to their loved ones. I do t really want to stop sending them, but digital life affects reality.
Food
I took this photo a few days ago and have no idea where it was at and who I was with! How can I have forgotten? I honestly don’t remember and you take a picture because the food is so nice. I don’t even remember what flavour it was!
It’s quite presentable, and I’m sure it was tasty, but after the last few days of problems and activity the whole thing has completely gone….
You know, the whole Internet is full of images of food. I guess you could save a lot of wasted space by not posting pictures of it!
Two cats
Two cats side by side
Friends not brothers
The big one washes the old one
A caring lick of recognition
Each trying to be close
To the heater.
Oil filled,
It takes the chill away
They stay close in winter.
My third? In a basket upstairs
Snug and happy
The third cat,
Aloof, independent
Smug.
My friend painting.
Quick sketch, crafty group, I wasn’t well so just did this. Pencil on cartridge paper. I think I still have my skill in drawing but Parkinsons makes it harder. I still hope to get better medication and reduce the dopamine breaking down in my brain. I love art and hate the way this disease is making me “stick”, or shaking uncontrollably.
I’m trying hard to keep going, I do not enjoy how things are. But I realise my life is a lot better than some peoples lives. I’m lucky to live in a country with a universal health service. My eternal gratitude goes to the NHS., without which I would be stuffed!
Accordion
Can you see this… Sketch of an accordion.. On the back of an envelope in pencil. I loved the curve of it. The way the lines flow up through the instrument and into the knitted jumper. Yes I loved drawing the hands as he played. There is a round table with a half empty glass of bass beer (with a triangular trade mark), a notebook and his mobile phone. Plus a bass beer mat. I am not advertising though. It was lovely and welcoming at the Beehive pub in Honeywall, Stoke-on-Trent.
Meet a dalek..
One day at a train station we bumped into a dalek. It was trundling backwards and forwards along the station platform… A police telephone box was inside the ticket office. My hubby had mighty fun and enjoyed meeting one of our favourite TV characters. Unfortunately Dr Who was not in attendance.
The Dalek was remote controlled and was a replica of one of the original models of the space monsters. Apparently they were pedalled around by people sitting inside them on the BBC TV series. I just loved the cheek of my hubby holding on to it….
Asterix the Gaul
What’s your favorite cartoon?
I loved the Asterix books when I was a child. I think I read most of them. All the characters were so funny, getafix, obelix. The chieftain who walks around under a shield because he’s afraid the sky will fall on his head. The tiny dog.. The magic strength potion.
They live in the North West of Gaul and are constantly fighting the Romans or the British. The artwork is tremendous. The books by Goscinny and Uderso were translated into English from French I think. It was the first time I had seen swearwords depicted as symbols. Like. X&@#!? £X! For example. I didn’t know about swearing at the time so I assumed it was a coded language!
I learned to draw cartoons by copying the characters. I think that helped develop my hand eye coordination, I was happy.
Missing fine weather
A few months after our driest summer in years we are constantly getting wet weather gales and storms. The rain gets through holes and doen chimneys and overflowing guttering.
I want brilliant white clouds floating in azure blue skies. Sunlight on my head and shoulders. Soft breezes, not howling gales. Scents and smells that lift the spirits, not mould and fungus.
So, the spring will come again. I hope to enjoy the rest of winter and then greet spring with open arms.
Mallaband-Brown 