Sunday 21 June 2020

Sand .



Little boys run up and down the beach like sand pipers .

The vivid green of the sea holly is that of pea pods .A small dog with a red collar raises his head and sniffs the salt in the air .

I collect a bag of bladderwrack . I love the smell of seaweed as the best of smells . 

I shall hang it by the back door tomorrow . 
It is not , as some would , hung as a weather barometer . for any fool knows that if the seaweed is wet it is raining ! 
No , it hangs there so that when I open the door on a damp morning I smell the shore again and mentally cancel what can wait . 
It is always good to listen to what the waves have to say .

Monday 15 June 2020

Sometimes a bit of lonely is nice .


As lockdown has eased its been baguettes on the beach . 
( we are in the car or away from it on a wide lonely beach - sometimes a bit of lonely is nice .) 

Sand between my toes and a sunny breeze on my lockdown hair .

We went again on my birthday . Well , there's no gallery or museum so that was what I chose .
  Good choice - it was that soft rainy day and everything was so green and blue in the landscape .

Down the back roads with red legged partridges trying to race the car and hawks riding the soft air currents . Out along the estuary to a philosophical ocean which takes 2020 as par for the course for humans and gets on with slapping the quay .

Today , though , I stayed at home . The saxophonist went to the allotment . Planting in the poly tunnel I interrupted him him asking him to bring back some broad beans .He held me up going on about his erection . 
I know and he insisted on telling me ,  in depth  , about the runner bean frame he was about to erect . 
He isn't normally one for the double entendre  and I have already told him to use the hair clippers he bought to make him attractive again .
 So your guess is as good as mine . At least I'll get some runner beans out of it . They are my favourite - perhaps that was it .

So I got him off the line and got on with my own gardening .I'd bought some unusual poppies from road side stands so they went in the front garden . It's a blaze of cottagy English garden just now .

The back garden is all greens . You go through an old Victorian passage and out among beds of ferns and herbs  . A green jungle .

( The space that isn't beds is carpeted with oyster shells we collected over a winter with strange tides  . They came in  , hundreds and hundreds of them .  I usually collect sea glass but this was a winters project . )

There is a recycled table with a toughened glass top and half a dozen heavy fold up wooden chairs .
There's a bench at the bottom in the shade of an old Victorian wall . 
I've recently acquired a large statue of a naked boy . The statue has carved drape fabric so that his buttocks are on show and his " construction for runner beans " is veiled .

Anyway , then to all the new plants for the back garden and fresh herb seeds in the cold frame .

Round the naked boy I've put nasturtiums and morning glory . In due time he will have some snakes head fritillary as a companion and later he can gaze on jasmine .

So when I had done that lot and watered it all in I made some good coffee .

I sat at the table with the coffee and a cigarette .
 Under a blue , blue sky I and naked boy enjoyed the slight breeze and time to think our own thoughts at leisure . 
I thought how good this feels - the quiet . the coffee , the cigarette and the green , green garden .

I have no idea what naked boy thought . Experience earlier in the day made me incline to the view that it is sometimes better not to know what the male species wants to tell you .

After all I was hot , muddy and tired and not a bit concerned about why naked boy was showing off his arse - lets not forget that sometimes a bit of lonely is nice . 

Thursday 4 June 2020

Bear witness

 
My fellow blogger and friend has put up a post for Thursday 4th of June .
She is on blogger and her blog is called 37 paddington .

I know I have many visitors who prefer not to comment ( and some who do ) .

Can I ask you to go over to the post .
I want people to know what she has written .