I started with all good intentions this morning and wrote about 500 words of a 4000 word project I’ve got to do for my illustration course. But then things got in the way. We had an avalanche of carrier bags (my hubby buys them all the time). I put them by the washing machine but today they all slid down onto the floor. Cue a lot of folding and an offer to take them to the local food bank.
Then the cat decided she wanted a cuddle, she jumped up on the keyboard and knocked me out of the page I was on.
Hubby wanted to chat… Shuddup! Then Microsoft decided it wanted me to verify who I was before it would let me back into Word? What, how do you do that. I was halfway through a paragraph, had gone to have something to eat and came back to that!
Walking with my friend and with my hubby every day is tiring and by the time I come back and get through college work, then I don’t have as much time to blog here.
I still enjoy blogging, I’m trying to share more art, but perhaps I need to write a few more things? I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone following me. I want to entertain and inform if I can… See you tomorrow!
It’s not even eleven thirty and fireworks are going off. I think people can’t wait for the end of the year. I don’t have any pictures of them so here’s a drawing I did a while ago of something vaguely like a firework.
I’ve tried to think of interesting things to post over the year, some poetry, some strange or silly stories, and mainly my Art. This year I haven’t been as inspired, and things have been distracting me. For instance the college course on illustration I’m doing. I hope you have enjoyed my blog, and that I can keep it going in the new year. Keep safe. Stay healthy!
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.
You don’t normally find apples still on trees at this time of year. But this was plucked from the back of an apple tree, that sits amongst lots of bushes, this afternoon. Never found one this late in the year before.
Speaking if late apples, hubby bought home four or five little crab apples from branches overlooking the canal on his walk last weekend. I told him not to bring more home as this will be food for small animals or birds over winter.
Esther Chilton, who has a blog at WordPress, challenges us to write things to prompts. On a Monday it’s a limerick using a particular word (this week it was ‘Santa’ ) and then on a Thursday its telling a story in five words. The prompt today was ‘presents’.
I wrote these eight lines and included an eight letter word using the first letter of each line, just for fun.
Looking up I see a grey orange sky. That grey that foretells either snow or fog. Mist wraps round trees, swirls of cold wet air netting the world in damp chills. How many spiders webs are covered in dew? Frost builds and creaks, snapping and wilting late flowers. Will it snow? Will the World be silenced? Snuffed under white goose down…. And will it happen before Christmas?
An oily sheen of light flowing out from an almost full moon. Twisted and turned leaves in the orange street lights. Like fire burning up, burning the leaves. Spiralling flickers like sparks from a bonfire. Ice and fire, light and burning embers. Do you reach down and touch the world? Sputtering and guttering your cold glow submerges the heat. Ice spikes fall and pierce the ground. Describe to me what you see. Says the moon….
Of all the seasons I remember autumn’s the most. Walking in the ark as a child, kicking my legs through piles of dry leaves, or slashing in puddles of water with soggy leaves sticking to my wellies. Looking at faces in gnarled trees, seeing if I could see Halloween witches. Sitting under the remaining few leaves of a weeping willow. Wondering when it would be clothed again. Time then was slow. Six months took a year….