Monday, 29 June 2009

How time flew

Well ,the swallows did well,raised to the sounds of reggae and folk and numerous sawings and hammerings they thrived,although I think the parents struggled to find lots of food in the cool weather they are enjoying now a bounty of flying insects as things warm up.They still fly in and out and sit in occasionallyand the other day I held one that had flown against the window and was flustered,I took it to the door and of it flew.

I am just finishing a piece of furniture for someone that I will photograph when finished and along with some other pieces I have not photographed yet(the 2 holly chairs and some carving) will put them on to see.

I have been busy in the garden at home and for the first since we've been here (12 years)we have a bench behind a tree at the end of the garden,with views across the rolling hills to Dartmoor in the distance .It was strange the first night we sat to watch the sun set How different the view we see every day is from this point .I think it's cos usually the garden is in the forground of the scene and when sitting here it is behind it's like on the edge.I love it and imagine lots of happy times sitt ing there in the future (the gods willing)

Car problems have been a theme of the last couple of months and a new (old) one is on the cards .It has been a worry driving around wondering if destinations will be reached or not.

I was joking with my lovely old neighbour ken about giving him a ride in the new car as the old one is too tatty for him,he came back with one of his great sayings,he said,"Paul I'd rather ride third class then walk first class".Once someone asked him why he had no lawn,only vegatables in his gardens(mostly spuds) He replied"I cant eat grass"

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Its in the memory of birds this age
The post on which to perch to proclaim mornings glory
the spots of the past where the pickings are richest
the ancestors favourites ,the old places

Its in the roots of the trees this age
As they suck in the leaves as they fall
with some knowledge returning to earth to roots
to nature,to nurture, to be reborn

its in the stones the oldness
the mothers bones exposed less
where moss and lichens creeping hand paints steadily
and the birdsong is distant like fading memories

About Me

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deepest, devon, United Kingdom
I don't know what I am but i know what i like.poetry, art and chipping at or joining together chunks of old wood,whilst listening to some good roots reggae or dub, world/folk music or blues all balanced by some good old punk rock.

solid oak post 3.5 feet high

rescued from collapsed original part of house in the dombseday book

I started with the natural bursts as eyes and soon got two faces

East,West Forwards and Back the green man is everywhere

The darker colours are the oxidisation of the exposed bits of outer timber over the many years

this piece took two months to carve.An allowance i made to myself for the first 2 months of this year.

which way to mordor