New paintings and regular art updates.
Well a duck and drake actually. Bog standard Mallard ducks, but I do think they look smart. The male (drake) has the green head and ring round his neck. The female duck has neat brown feathers bounded by white edges. These were photographed on a cold day about a month ago.
It’s soon going to be time for little ducklings to emerge from their eggs. In a few weeks time I might be taking pictures Of some of them.
Meanwhile I hope you enjoy this image of nature.
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This morning a shed and summerhouse we ordered arrived. I got them because they were ex display models so they cost half the price they should have. 
I’m not sure why I wanted a summer house as well. I have this idea that I’m going to sit out in the garden in the summer and use it to paint in.
The builder is putting them up at the moment. We have also had some fencing put up because the back of the garden was getting so overgrown it had pulled the bit of fencing down that had been there for years. We intend to plant clematis and honeysuckle against it.
That’s about all I’m going to say about it. It’s a big cost. But if it means we can store and save all my husbands collection of old bicycles and stop them from rusting it’s a good idea.
Twins.sniwT
One strong.gnorts enO
One weak.kaew enO
Arguing.gniugrA
Fighting.gnithgiF
Never knowing.gniwonk reveN
Who is best.tseb si ohW
Twins.sniwT
Identical.lacitnedI
Seperate.etarepeS
The same.emas ehT
A few years ago we went on a train trip at Cheddleton in Staffordshire from Cheddleton Station to Froghall Wharf along the Churnet Valley line (a preserved narrow gauge railway.
At the Cheddleton end of the line were vintage second world war cars and vehicles and people dressed in vintage clothes. Then at the other end? A Dalek from the Sci fi show Dr Who, plus a tardis and other memorabilia. To see a remote control Dalek trundling up and down the station platform made me so happy. I’ve pretty much watched the show since the 1960s. Its a pleasure to have watched it and I’m loving the new female Dr Who, Jodie Whittaker.
Time is running far too fast for me. I’m so busy doing something that I’m tired and I’m getting worn out. That’s why I haven’t been here much over the last few days..
Anyway I will try and catch up over the weekend. I enjoy writing and would miss it if I didn’t blog or write poems.
My Instagram and Facebook pages are also being neglected but I can’t help that. I will try and post more later when I’ve recovered a bit.
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I’m shattered… I’ve been out most of the day in the garden and at a singing event and delivering some leaflets.
Trouble is I start to doze off and then funny gobbledygook starts appearing on my screen such as:
-hhh+h or vvhhgghh or cxdddddjjn
Where my fingertip trails across the screen while I had fallen asleep.
I just did it again but have deleted the scrambled letters .. I need sleep!
Chose the image because it’s bright, cheery, and makes me feel awake.
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This tree is going to have to come out. This was taken a couple of years ago. Since then we have had a lot of the branches cut back. Basically because it is too near the house and we are concerned the roots may affect the walls!
So we have spoken to the local wood turning group and they are happy to take the logs to turn into artistic objects.
I have already see birds carrying twigs around the garden so it needs doing soon.
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Being owlish I look carefully at things,
I see them from my flying wings.
I hoot with laughter when I hear a joke.
I spy mice and voles at a stroke,
Will my owlish brain outwit you?
Never know what hit you?
I swoop down so soft and quiet
To consume my rodent diet….
My talons and beak are sharp
Winging down over hill and park.
A barn to rest in is all I ask.
A nest to build is my task.
My eggs and chicks they grow fast
Gobble up food, a tasty repast.
Then once they are grown the fledge
And out to the world they emerge.
So this old owl will towoo some more.
To hear the twit of my Amore.
I’ve just had a plate delivered. It was one I designed at a “have a go” session at the Wedgewood factory in Barlaston, Staffordshire. You had to draw the design on a piece of paper then it’s photographed and printed on a plate and sent out to you. I’m a little disappointed because its a bit paler and duller than I was expecting. Also the cat, Gracie, is not as central on the plate as I was had drawn and was expecting. That may be my fault. The second image is where I have upped the contrast, and actually looks closer to the original. And the photo of the back tells you when I drew it.
If you decide to do something like this beware using felt pens and pencils that are a bit worn down or dried out. This will effect the outcome. On the whole I enjoyed the experience and its nice to have something of your own to bring back. Its a souvenir of a good day out.
What is it?
Box thing with round things, moving
Not my human, moving
Green things waving on long thin things
Wet stuff, falling,
White wet stuff, falling
Coloured things, small, smell nice
Thing with wings, flew past, fast.
Thing with Four legs on string, barking.
Something like me, black and white.
Something like me orange, whiskers.
Not my human wearing red with flat white and brown things
Bang, oh noise, white and brown things come through hole in wood thing in hole in big square white thing, white thing also has hole in it that has clear stuff in it so I can look out and thing hanging down that makes ringing noise when I play with it.
This odd poem is me trying to describe from my cats perspective. I don’t imagine they have nouns for things, so I haven’t said windows, door, or envelopes but just tried to explain them. I hope this makes sense..
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