Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Love Hate Relationship

Love Hate Relationship

Well most of this afternoon has been taken trying change passwords,get into Bright Star ,delete some illegal thing that my clever grandson seems to have set up unknown to me!
The computer can can be so great but when you are not that good at com speak it can almost cause violent action AAAAArrrg.
Rushed into the garden and the flowers just up saved my sanity!

This is the star of 2018 and what a lot of crap we have to deal with,no amount of beauty and delight can placate me when I see Trump and the idiosy of Brexit .We have to do something about the rise of the far right in Europe and elsewhere or I think that we are entering a new Dark Age.Nothing will ever be perfect or stay the same but we have to move to a more sensible and caring way or we shall not survive and we shall ruin the following generations right to a decent life. We must challenge all vile and hateful attempts to dehumanize our lives and those of others everywhere.Oh there she goes again Mad Angela but I will not sanction the disgusting attitudes that are running amok across society in this or other countries. What a rant eh? I could go on but I would like you to stay with me for some other stuff.

Adoring an olive tree in Oxford.
We visited Oxford and Kelmscott Manor this autumn and seeing the Ashmoleum and Buscot Park too was inspiring. How we need people like William Morris to show a better way.

Must keep a sense of humour too,saw this on the way back!!

Monday, 9 October 2017

Life long Learning

Life long  learning!

Last time I posted seems so long ago.I wonder if I have said everything I needed to say? Have I retired and started to sink into a timeless reverie ? Friends say that it takes about a year to really relax after a lifetime of work.I am enjoying the freedom and relaxation but I do feel that I should be achieving more, more writing,sewing etc., getting a new direction perhaps? There are so many things to do that I seem to be flitting from one thing to another without finishing! I think that I have a dose of retirement guilt.Have I done enough with my life,was it all worthwhile?
The way through the woods.
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods.

 Rudyard Kipling

1. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;         

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,         

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.         

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.         

Autumn is always so beautiful and brings with it a certain ache, remembrance of times past and those who have left us. Perhaps it is useful to allow a little melancholy as the leaves fall.

So many things are happening in the world that seem cruel and backward looking,the rise of nationalism and the way people are being turned away from compassion and empathy.
It is easy to feel that you may never see sanity in your own lifetime .
Looking back too much is unhealthy and depressing.
Live for each day,I know that is the way forward and enjoy the simple things. Love and learning go on forever and the way will become clear .I am probably looking too far ahead and must take some time out to recharge the batteries.Then I hope that creativity will flow again.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Life of freedom.
Well I am now oficially retired,I am at the place that always seemed so far away!
No more being exhausted after running up and down the library stairs and shelving heavy tomesNo more waiting to hear about the latest library cut backs..
Now I can spend time pottering about in the garden and trying my hand at growing vegetables in pots. Planting the border with delightful flowers and also have time to do the weeding in a leisurely manner!
I can sit around reading at anytime of the day and not feel guilty!
I can continually drink tea with a dash of honey.
It really is good to be my own boss, and arrange my own time.
Every morning I walk down the garden with that lovely refreshing first cup of lady Grey and check what is coming up or opening.I watch the bees busy in the Pulmonaria buzzing  between flower heads.The birds calling and visiting the feeders The blackbirds and the robin buzz me.

Our small wildlife pond looks ancient but I only made it last year,We want some frogs this year.
The pasque flower is blooming.
Primroses have evaded the slugs!
I recently bought this gorgeous viola,the heads would look great pressed and used  for card making.I have the time now!

This is the first Snakes Head fritillaria that I have ever managed to grow and I have watched it open. There are also some more coming up.They are so fascinating and have a magical  quality.
Some broad beans to remind me of Spring in Almeria!
Here come the Sunflowers.
After over wintering in my small greenhouse the olive is outside and has buds coming.Last year we had olives.They were very small but turned a beautiful mauve.The forecast is
 a hot  summer so perhaps there will be more.

Some of the veggies are growing in pots and the rocks are for project rockery this weekend!
This is a shady spot that is home to my mint collection,morrocan,indian,apple and cologne  mints but also the good old standby used for mint sauce.
This is the newest  denizen of the garden,she is Hebe the goddess of eternal youth and cup bearer of the Gods.She is only temporarily in this position  and will stand on the top of the rockery.
I have been reading two very enjoyable books whilst in the gardening mood,The Writer's Garden by Jackie Bennett and Impressionist Gardens by Clare A.P. Willsdon. Both are full of beautiful photography and painting and give insight to the influence gardens have on the creative mind.

The present news with the gross Trump and the blind Brexiteers  terrible death and destruction of innocents has made me realize the importance of being mindful of the precious and lovely things in my small life I should like to advise Trump to read"Ozymandias" by Shelley!.

Ozymandias (read by Richard Attenborough)

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Wet Sundays can be lovely.

Here I am well wrapped up  and looking for signs of Spring. We had driven through the Roseland,and found a bit of sun at St Mawes so we dropped in to Trellissick on the way home.The river looked great from the King Harry Ferry.
The Winter berries are still so red and glorious and cheering when you have just seen Trump spouting off on TV.

We ended the afternoon at Trellisick House and Gardens. The house was shut but the gardens were beautiful,dripping with cold rain drops.
The river Fal makes its way to the sea.
Posing  by a pillar ha ha!
The wonderful hellebores were blooming,one of my favourite plants.
They are so delicate but come up in the last chilly throes of winter to give us cheer.
The camellias are out and the the bushes are bursting with green buds.
The waxey winter heliotropes at home in the damp foliage.

First snowdrops and a brave little primrose definite signs of Spring.
Sheltering in the rustic summer house.
This is a beautiful sculpture of a seal in the parc.
More snowdrops.
This tree is amazing,textures and gnarls ,very inspiring.

Memorial to the Copeland family who lived here,the property is now National Trust.
Well found our signs of spring and felt refreshed by our trip.We really needed to get away from the ghastly news coming from our country and the USA. Rumblings of facism everwhere . Nature is the only true solace although a good red wine comes in a close second.
We left the shy denizens of the park to their doings.

Friday, 16 December 2016

Beauty is essential in these darkening times.

As I sit here  the evening slowly begins .I am looking at a soft grey and deep pink sunset in the west. here in Cornwall the sunsets are wonderful all year round.I live in a Cathedral City that lays in a valley under which three rivers run into the River Fal 
 This town has been my home now for many years although I am  probably still a foreigner  to the Cornish born  as I come from London.When I came here many years ago I was subject to a bit of what I felt must be like racism . I worked on a mobile library and a grumpy old chap greeted me at one stop with
"Pity some nice li'l Cornish maid didn't get your job"
 This came when I asked if I could help him choose a book!
I was upset but luckily there are so many good people here that the wound soon healed. I tell this story because I need to say that I am fearful of the present swing to right wing hate culture. This man was wrong but now the present climate both here in GB and USA is allowing this sort of thought to be respectable.

Christmas is nearly here, a time to spread peace and good will but we have been witness to the horrors of Aleppo and Yemen and to the increase of racist attacks both here in the GB and the USA.Is this what the future holds or can we  fight against this thoughtless and ignorant turn that is gaining precedence. What will it take to wake us up to climate change? How can rich nations let others starve and watch the poor of their own countries use food banks,mentally ill patients sleep rough and so on. 
 It must be  possible for us to start to resist the powers that have  engendered this?
 Let us return  to seeing other human beings with tolerance and understanding. Can we share and care rather than just accumilate our sad little empires of envy, fear and greed.
 Humankind thrived on this planet by cooperartion of all kinds and I prefer that to competition and bullying.
 Well have a good Christmas or whatever festival of light you celebrate and lets hope for love and decency to prevail so that we can continue to"walk in beauty"

Sunday, 24 July 2016

My little rant about Europe and the way the world seems to be going!!

Well I shouted loud enough in my circle but it seems that I have to go with the small majority of quite ill  informed and in some case zenophobic Brexiteers. I feel that the huge gap that has opened up in recent years between the haves and have nots and  has also upset many people making them feel disenfranchised.  The gains we have had from our membership have not reached them. Now I fear they will suffer more at the hands of the present government. The press have been so inflamitory and irresponsible that at times I have nearly torn out my hair. Rabble rousers like Farage have been so cynically manipulating peoples fear that I would have thought some of his pranks could have had him in court but it seems he is for some reason immune. Poor Mr Corbyn has been hounded for far less!
Anyway it seems it is done and I am horrified by the swing to the right wing  fascists  in Europe and in other countries all over the world .It is  scary that intolerance and  lack of decency  seems to be 

 thought ok. 
It is however great to know that I am in good company in wishing we had stayed united and upholding the Human Right Act etc.

Anyway here are a few things I can peronally thank Europe for,things that have enriched my life and filled my dreams along with the inspiration I have had from my own country.

Life without the Sunflowers and the Starry night would be less wonderful.

Discovering the roads of France and the  first smell and taste of garlic when I was a kid on holiday with my lovely Mum, Dad and Brother.

Almeria Spain and the man who saved me from the depths of despair after divorce.

The life and works and original thoughts of french writer George Sand who seemed like my friend and still does.

The sensual and inspiring Colette,reading Sido changed my life.
Spending time in Corfu and reading Laurence and Gerald Durrel's work. Gazing onto Homers wine dark sea!
Ha Ha! and finding the civilized bathroom bidets in French houses.!

I could go on and on,Cazanne,Monet,Matisse,Vuillard and Lorca, Yes I love what Europe has given me personally and of course I realize that not everything in the garden was rosy but it was great to feel part of the European heritage and to share all the great things we have  here to offer others. Meaness and lack of hospitality are not attractive traits.
Some flowers from Gauguin to finish but what have I done, what about all that lovely food from Europe ,another post for that I suppose.
I have not posted on Bright Star for a while but I am hoping to be more prolific from now on.