the busy bee…

…hath no time for sorrow’ is another Blake proverb my father gave me the benefit of in my childhood. Yesterday I learned a lot more about bees and their brilliant buzzing busy-ness.

pattern’s in the air

A lot’s happened since I last wrote – where to begin? I’ll start at the finish.

lifetimes

The allotment is at its midsummer best, prolifically producing berries, leaves and fat pods. The sweet peas fill the air with scent and colour, nonpareil.

drawing the line

The two little boys were furious with each other!  Amidst shouting and tears the game of Snakes and Ladders was disintegrating into war in the next room. I was painting. Mr 4-years stomped into the studio and vigorously drew marks across the middle of the long strip of paper taped onto their side of the table.“That’s the wall” he announced “and he can’t come into my half.” He wrote his name plus the word ‘only’ and started to draw his garden.

a holiday romance

Sensing movement on the terrace I glanced down to my right.

hot news

A longer than usual gap between blogs, and the clouds have finally seen fit to leave gaps too and allow the sun to do its proper job.

A Winter’s Tale

A new silent army populates our parks and pavements and pitches, our gardens and even our balconies.