‘April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.’
The warm weather disappeared last week and there’s been a cold east wind blowing here. Inside the house with no heating on it’s been hard. But I keep telling myself how lucky we are, and that it’s not a matter of sinking or swimming….it’s just about saving money. And we do have our lovely log burner.
I’m sorry not to have blogged for so long, but my head has been full of private stuff I’ve been working through. I’ve picked up Keep Moving by Maggie Smith again, and I’m back on the cold showers. The world seems so dark right now, and my place in it a mystery.
My sweet peas were very late going in their pots this year, and only 12 out of 80 have germinated so far. They seem slower than usual. Is it the cold? The compost? Who knows? It’s disappointing, though.
So looking for new growth, I decided to pay close attention to the trees on the Trail because I think the new shoots and buds are so delightful - as lovely as lambs. The clarity of some of my photographs is disappointing as that cruel east wind was fluttering the branches.
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6 comments:
Oh I like the painting! What a lovely thing to have created !
I do love the feeling of movement as the clothes swing in the breeze.
The painting of the washing line is glorious - how talented you are
Thank you, friends, for your kind compliments. I’m so glad you like the painting.
From your Old Hippie friend: I love the new painting! Movement! Purpose! Color! Using the sun! Just lovely!
Hi Aging Hippie Friend!
I agree, so compelling. LRH
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