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Cold allotments, hard earth, dormant plants, frozen in time. Sheds and greenhouses closed up, with spiders and butterflies waiting patiently for new warmth.
Bare branches holding new life inside. Till sun and heat restore them. Sharp angled fence may be covered in blossom one day. Overall a freezing sky, cloudless, caps the earth with the universe. Infinite and awesome, while we here are held on our bubble world. Sliding through space on our journey around the sun.
The outdoor cat is now more of an outside cat. I call his name (he remains anonymous here) and whistle him and he comes in. I have to wait a few minutes while he mooches round the garden. He woke me up this morning by lying on me in bed for a cuddle, then up he got and slipped downstairs. I followed to let him out ( my indoor cats) also anonymous, have been out a couple of times but end up hiding under garden benches. They are a lot smaller and I think would get picked on by the ginger Tom who also patrols our garden.
After half an hour and a decaff coffee to warm me up, I whistled him about three times and he came back in from the cold and dark. He’s eating biscuits at the moment, having his fill. Next? He might go out to mooch again, but I hope he stays in.
By the way, I don’t know how many people whistle their cats, but it seems to carry better. I’ve done it since I was a child I developed some notes along the line of a ‘cat where are you?’ tune….ah he’s gone back upstairs…. Bye
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I guess we won’t be going anywhere this New Year’s eve. And yet that’s not a bad thing. Usually we visited friends to get away from the noise at the pub across the road. They were always rowdy and played very loud music that had such a loud base beat that it shook the house. Dum dum ddiiddi dummmm.. Each year seemed to get worse. I didn’t complain because that’s what people do.
So what shall we do, we might go for a walk in the afternoon if it’s not too icy. I think it would be nice to find our scrabble set, or a chessboard. I do sound like an old fuddyduddy, but I just want to be cautious. Virus news is that the infection is escalating. I’d rather stay in and be safe….
I almost forgot to post today’s prompt for our #bandofsketchers group. The category was Monochrome. I decided to draw a few Christmas presents in black and white. Is that duochrome?
Anyway I tried to draw the calendar we got for 2021, a cat moneybox, a synthetic pearl necklace with a mother of pearl pendant, and a book on Art and Illustration.
When life gives you lemons
Leave them to rot
Forget lemonade
I like it, not!
When life gives you lemons
You know its getting sour
Your feeling down
And your temper is dour.
When life gives you lemons
Have a good cry
Remember that all of us
Are born to die.
When life gives you lemons
Make something nice to eat
Pancakes with sugar and lemon
Really do taste sweet!
This was probably the biggest drop in pressure that I’ve seen on my barometer I have two electric ones that measure the pressure too and they were actually reading 962 and 958! What a drop! The gold coloured marker was what the reading was twenty four hours before. Something like 22 millibars? The result was a three inch dump of snow over the Midlands and south of England and Walesby. More snow is due tonight, but probably in the East and up in Scotland. Might be fun over New Year….
A rose, red as blood. Thorns or thornless, a joyful thing. Here is life and beauty, scent of musk, blooms that attract bees and insects. I remember the rose bush at home when I was a child. It had bright pink roses climbing up some trellis work. We used to collect the petals and try and make scented water out of them. It didn’t really work, but it was fun trying. The rose bush must have been eight or ten feet high and as wide. In the summer the scent was fantastic. I remember it was next to an old shed and the paint on the door was green and bubbling off because of the sunlight. The contrast between the fresh roses and the shed door was so interesting….
It was an offer I wasn’t going to refuse. I’ll go shopping said hubby. So I said just take one bag then you can’t buy too much.
Do you need a list? No I’ll be OK. Well don’t buy a roast chicken, just get some thighs. We don’t need a lot, just a few things.
I knew there was a problem when he carried in two huge bags of shopping. I’ve not got much space in the fridge.
He bought:
An amaryllis (we already have FOUR)
A loaf of bread (we already have one and two half used loaves).
Two torches and some batteries (to go with at least five he already has).
A bunch of flowers
A box of frozen haddock
Three tubs of olives,
A bag of spinach
A roast chicken
Beefburgers
Gammon steaks,
A beef joint
And fifteen eggs (to go with the eight he already bought yesterday).
When I asked why he had bought the eggs he said you can never have enough eggs!
Old painting I did a long time ago. It was painted in the living room of our old house. The floor was collapsing into the cellar and was held up by a large steel bar with two scaffolding poles holding each end. The cellar was also wet, it used to drip condensation onto the floor. I remember the wiring was bad. The flex to the lights was twisted and cloth covered. If you touched it bits would drop off. If I wanted to change a light bulb I used to put insulation tape around the wire. The bathroom was an old coal shed that had been knocked through. Our neighbour complained about a bulge on our wall so the dangerous buildings inspector came out. The bulge was OK it had been built like that. But we had to move because he warned our landlord that the property was not safe. We bought the painting with us to the new house.
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Seasons come and seasons go
Sometimes wind and gales blow
Winter comes the cold is sharp
Spring time and the singing lark.
Fills the world with sweet delight
But the spring soon takes its flight
Summer time comes round again
Sometimes hot, sometimes with rain.
Flowers bloom and butterflies flit
Through the world all brightly lit
Later days get old again
Leaves they fall in autumn rain
Waiting till the end of year
Darkness comes but no fear
Always after winter comes
spring arrived with glorious blooms.
Mallaband-Brown