Summer

Summer Activities;

Weston Shore: oil Painting

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Gardening: Chillin’ with St Swithin

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Pickin n eatin: my own-grown

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New Computer, New Post

I was forced to buy a new computer when my 12 year old laptop with XP expired. At last I have a slightly less uneasy relationship with the new hp and windows 8 (I am informed that following so many dissatisfied users, the flashy sharp-as-a-pin w8 may be updated to w10 for free, this autumn). So . . . my first post in ages.

Work Ethic Art It’s an emotional impossibility for me to do a job I don’t like, as in ‘job for money’. The cake factory for example, I ended up throwing slabs of walnut cake onto the conveyor belt knowing they would end up on the floor because the factory worker further down the production line and in charge of the go/stop switch was incapable of understanding what she was doing. She was switched on ‘full’ all the time. Then postal delivery; small, overburdened and blistered from here to there, I didn’t like the man who shouted at me for being late or the snappy dog who wouldn’t let me in the gate. I lasted 3 days. And the department store between school and college, I survived 4 weeks, time enough to pay for my keep and buy an acoustic guitar with the rest. I couldn’t keep up with the family ‘work ethic’, I had proper work to do in preparation for my first year at art school . . . drawing. Brush and sepia ink, Had a prize for it too; ‘Cart in a Barn’.

My soul on demand . . . can’t do it.

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OCTOBER ROSE

Claire Austin: myrrh scent, repeat flowering, late afternoon sun.

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Poets, writers, mythical tales have used the rose as symbol of many things – a single red rose, a white rose, peace, remembrance, love, blood, war, passion. I use Louis Macneice’s poem, ‘SNOW’ to accompany my photographs. I love the way he expands a simple and diverse image into a world of everything.

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The room was suddenly rich and the great bay window was

Spawning snow and pink roses against it

Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:

World is suddener than we fancy it.

 

World is crazier and more of it than we think,

Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel

The drunkeness of things being various.

 

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world

Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes –

On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of your hands –

There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

Louis Macneice1907 – 1963, Irish poet and playwright

 

                                                       IN CONTRAST . . .

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William Blake: 1757 – 1827; Painter, Poet, Printmaker.

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Decorating the Dolls’ House

Exciting prospect; decorating a plain, wooden dolls’ house. This would have to be done before it was assembled.

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Front aspect with white window frames and eucre overhangs. I ‘assembled’ the structure to get an idea of what it might look like.

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And decided to download free wallpaper; www.jenniferprintables.com s6rather than buy children4adhesive. Tip: spray prints with hairspray to fix the colour. PVC glue adhesive. I slid the back of the house in place and marked out the rooms in pencil for the positioning of the wallpaper.

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I worked out how to hang curtains while resting one afternoon; tiny metal eyes (prized from the attached picture-hanging rings), shirring elastic, a needle-threader and wooden beads. This will enable a change of curtains in the future. And a roller blind for the bathroom. That’s what having a rest can achieve!

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I painted the plain wooden furniture and hung prints and paintings on the walls, these range from Picasso, to Rupert the bear with family photographs in between.

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s71 With no time to make dolls, I bought a set from ‘Wooden it be Lovely’.

Decorating the dolls’ house has\taken me a full-time week to complete and I have enjoyed every second.

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SPIDERS GALORE

Following two nights of large spiders in my house – one hanging on the bedroom curtain, one in the bathroom doorway, I found this . . .

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By Exeter Express and Echo  |  Posted: September 18, 2014

A typical house spider

With warnings issued that an invasion of giant spiders could be reaching British homes, we have a look at how to keep the arachnids out of your home.

Rising temperatures and easier access to food has seen the creepy crawlies grow bigger than ever.

And the eight-legged creatures that strike fear into a large percentage of the population are set to move indoors to look for a mate.

Prof Adam Hart of the University of Gloucestershire agreed with researchers from Sydney University in Australia who issued the initial warning.

“This year has been seemingly a good one for the invertebrates which spiders feed on, and it’s quite mild out there,” he said.

Spiders have been thriving in the September sun and families in the north have already reported larger than normal creatures in their homes this month.

What you need to know

Experts say we shouldn’t worry about them, as they are good pest controllers, but if you just can’t stand them, here is what you need to know.

  • Set out glue traps – Place glue boards in dark corners, beneath furniture, in closets, and next to windows and doors. Web-building spiders that spend most of their time along the ceiling are not likely to fall victim to the glue trap, but these are very effective against ground-dwelling spiders like jumping spiders and house spiders. Keep the trap flat to prevent it from curling up into itself. Discard the trap as soon as you collect a few spiders on it. Note that this is ineffective against spider eggs and webs, so you will likely need to use this method in conjunction with other techniques.
  • Deter spiders with horse chestnuts. Place a few horse chestnuts in each corner of the house and in any area of the house where you frequently run across spiders. Chestnuts, walnuts, and the fruit of the Osage orange tree are thought to have the same effect. Little is known about why this treatment repels spiders, and there is no scientific evidence or explanation backing the solution. Some speculate that horse chestnuts have some form of noxious chemical that repels spiders based on scent. To this end, consider poking holes in the chestnut or splitting it in half to release the odour.
  • Spray your house down with peppermint oil – Fill a standard spray bottle with water and mix in 15 to 20 drops of peppermint oil. Spray down all the cracks and corners of your house. The idea is that spiders cannot tolerate the smell of peppermint oil and will run away in the opposite direction when they detect it. As a result, it is most effective when applied to possible entrances to the home. For a more potent effect, you can dab undiluted peppermint oil onto a cotton ball and stuff the cotton ball into cracks or other possible hiding places. Try eucalyptus oil or tea tree oil if you have a thing against peppermint. They reportedly have the same effect as peppermint oil and can be used in the same way.
  • Attack spiders with vinegar – Mix equal parts white vinegar and water in a spray bottle. Apply it to any area in which spiders gather and spray it directly on any spider you see. Vinegar contains acetic acid, which is thought to burn and kill spiders upon contact. You can also place small dishes of vinegar in dark corners to ward away spiders. The odor alone may be enough to repel them.

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September again and spiders in house and garden. Conker time too! I have thrown them into corners and crevices in the hall, sitting and dining rooms to keep spiders out. Only having last year’s shrivelled conker remains last month, I jumped the mile when a black, spiky feet, fat bodied, big as a dinner plate house spider, shot across the sitting room floor. James Bond and the shoe . . . that was me without the hammering soundtrack. There was another crouched on the bedroom curtains a few days ago, obliterated with a hastily fetched Radio Times and I now have conkers upstairs in the corners, on and under the windowsill. It may or may not be an old wives’ tale. But I sleep better.

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Webs hang like traps in the garden. unseen unless the sun strikes them, or one spots the black carcass of a fly, suspended, eye-level.

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It’s an unusual autumn, the blossom of a spring-flowering, evergreen clematis is blooming. The scent is heavenly, like frangipangi and honey.

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John Keats: (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821). ‘To Autumn’, was written on 19 September 1819 after a walk near Winchester.

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To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
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VIEWS of LONDON

                                  South Bank                                                                         

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                                         Hungerford Bridge

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                                  Liverpool Street

Blog 2                                  Enfield Lock

blog5   Bliss

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