we are all looking after ourselves
carefully here as you suggested
family, few friends too
as I hope you are too
there us a routine come natural
with walking peering
and poking with sticks
there is drawing as you know
and they come as magic for company
the red especially
thick and covering the plainess
i give them cardigans with buttons
and sometimes dots
i looked out yesterday at the raining
on and off all day
washing in and out
then cotton bits ironed for i like the feel of it
you look after yourselves too
yes is amazing. the babies suck on tree roots underground for 17 years then when they emerge make sounds enough to drown out any planes.
nice she gave you cabbage again.
i have an overload of mushrooms so I bung them in the air fryer with home made bread n oil then finish off with toasted cheese.
is not any good really
just drawings. the little people appear as company
the day sounds similar. gardening and drove to the garage with their payment.
walked a good way then coincided with him so chatted a while.
may have made a temporary potting bench yet not sure. watched a film with nervousness and had a generally nice day really.
hope your day goes well
we wonder who may arrive on paper today
So we survived another storm more gentle than the predictions.
I am here cosy with a heart drawn in my diary where the word mill used to be.
I never minded going yet pleased today that I am not.
I shall miss the customer conversation if any customers there are.
Yet not the guilt at judgement which may have come involuntary. My mothers shadow.
So a nice day here with all that entails.
I hope the same for you.
maybe you play chess in bad weather
or another pastime
here they forecast an awful rain yesterday
yet it came quite warm and gentle and
i shared some nougat with the delivery man
after chatting about our days in children’s homes
a distant memory
he also brought plants
and new pencils
i have a wounded finger
either from the drawing
or a whitlow with an h
we like a good rainy day come cosy
he seemed surprised yesterday that i had completed the task
to ensure the proportions looked right for me
it is part of the job and if it is diaried must be done ticked off when finished
the sham crow bird was rearranged for it was too high to look good
later in the studio the work that had continued the same so long made a change
with a sigh of relief
one enjoys the names of colours here
would have liked a job in that department
ignoring the racist ones from the fifties
smiling at those from farrow and ball
heritage colours come dull
as lockdown hit here first
i painted my outsides in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour
and oh that name come true
on opening jim
is fading now
yets remains as the description
a new bike
maybe it is a code word
i wonder each time I hear from you
and yes there we go with those assumptions again
we all do it
have our own stories
unless we are told somehow
that is all we shall have
some places we have only passed through
and if the history were told we may understand it different
these slower times I find more exploration yet only of the now with patches of this and that to photograph
to lean and wonder
there is a mist in the valley and pink in the sky
the promise of a pretty day ahead
on monday which was mayday bank holiday only may day was saturday with monday being the third already
i drew pictures on scraps left over from the other pictures i had cut round carefully
all day it rained hard, drumming
a little world here of characters and stories none of them famous nor commendable
it was mentioned that some people don’t know what whitsun is and he agreed and said
what is it then?