Whilst I think of it, M's epicurean delights, albeit temptingly described in number five, sound worthy of a entire story on their own, Valerie. What do you think?
Seven good things and plenty to look forward to, it seems, Valerie. Your exhibition list has clearly worked for you as I always marvel at the events that you manage to attend.
Thinking back to the 'stoop', flowers aside, you sent my mind on a meander, as I wondered about the word itself. I knew what you meant but only thought of it in a New York brownstone kind of way. Finding the word's Dutch origin, stoep, suddenly gave it the logic that was missing and a key reference point for me. I've been to Holland but never to the USA.
Going back to the bellflowers, that photo reminded me of last week when we were in Bath for a day with some Australian friends. Whilst walking through the Georgian splendour of Great Pulteney Street, we couldn't help but notice the tumble of wildflowers that were seeded into the stonework of each house. I don't suppose that the stonework likes it but we certainly did!
My exhibition list is my secret weapon! It's invaluable, not only for me but some friends who have also come to rely on it!
Stoops hold a special place in my heart since my years in NY (though I never lived in a house with a classic stoop). I like the word and the concept, as it is practicaly synonymous with hanging out in front of one's house in a social moment of interaction with the world going by. As you can see from the picture, I use the word 'stoop' freely to describe the front of the house, not just the few steps up.
Flowers have a remarkable way of finding the merest speckle of dirt to grow. Perhaps we should start a weed appreciation society?!
Your more personal interpretation of the stoop is much more to my liking, Valerie. Cool and relaxed. Nice! - says he in a John Thomson ,'Jazz Club' kinda way.
Weed appreciation? If they are as gorgeous as those bellflowers, I'd have to say, yes, count me in!
A fox has a nightly path through the row of back gardens in my street and has destroyed several of my trees as he jumps the walls (think trampoline till the branches break). We are not friends! I've investigated everything, from citronella to lion's urine (it's a thing!). I'm losing.
Oh yes I know lion's urine! It doesn't work... The only thing that has had any effect for me, in the end, are metal plant supports. I got some from Sarah Raven when they were on sale. They have worked! https://www.sarahraven.com/search.php?q=plant%20suppport
I am not familiar with Małgorzata Mirga-Tas's work but my gosh it looks amazing! I love how smug the fox looks in the photograph you have taken! And, I am so glad that the honey is loved. You are one of two friends I bring back honey for knowing that it will be well and truly appreciated! xx
Her work is extraordinary, you would love it. If/when I see an exhibition again close by I will be sure to let you know. The honey is so well loved and well hidden from the resident hyenas in the house. I will continue to savour it sparingly. Thank you. xx
As we have a tiny London garden and a dog, the local foxes tend to pass through rather than linger, but I love watching the one who slumbers, daily, in my neighbours’ urban jungle. ( Love your re-wilding too.)
I've been so frustrated about the foxes that I dream of a very small garden or balcony! Though shifting from exasperation to a form of acceptance has helped, and I now nearly have — dare I say it? — some affection for them.
Whilst I think of it, M's epicurean delights, albeit temptingly described in number five, sound worthy of a entire story on their own, Valerie. What do you think?
Ha — definitely worthy, yes. I may need to ask for permission ... ;).
Seven good things and plenty to look forward to, it seems, Valerie. Your exhibition list has clearly worked for you as I always marvel at the events that you manage to attend.
Thinking back to the 'stoop', flowers aside, you sent my mind on a meander, as I wondered about the word itself. I knew what you meant but only thought of it in a New York brownstone kind of way. Finding the word's Dutch origin, stoep, suddenly gave it the logic that was missing and a key reference point for me. I've been to Holland but never to the USA.
Going back to the bellflowers, that photo reminded me of last week when we were in Bath for a day with some Australian friends. Whilst walking through the Georgian splendour of Great Pulteney Street, we couldn't help but notice the tumble of wildflowers that were seeded into the stonework of each house. I don't suppose that the stonework likes it but we certainly did!
My exhibition list is my secret weapon! It's invaluable, not only for me but some friends who have also come to rely on it!
Stoops hold a special place in my heart since my years in NY (though I never lived in a house with a classic stoop). I like the word and the concept, as it is practicaly synonymous with hanging out in front of one's house in a social moment of interaction with the world going by. As you can see from the picture, I use the word 'stoop' freely to describe the front of the house, not just the few steps up.
Flowers have a remarkable way of finding the merest speckle of dirt to grow. Perhaps we should start a weed appreciation society?!
Your more personal interpretation of the stoop is much more to my liking, Valerie. Cool and relaxed. Nice! - says he in a John Thomson ,'Jazz Club' kinda way.
Weed appreciation? If they are as gorgeous as those bellflowers, I'd have to say, yes, count me in!
A fox has a nightly path through the row of back gardens in my street and has destroyed several of my trees as he jumps the walls (think trampoline till the branches break). We are not friends! I've investigated everything, from citronella to lion's urine (it's a thing!). I'm losing.
Oh yes I know lion's urine! It doesn't work... The only thing that has had any effect for me, in the end, are metal plant supports. I got some from Sarah Raven when they were on sale. They have worked! https://www.sarahraven.com/search.php?q=plant%20suppport
Good luck Alan!
I am not familiar with Małgorzata Mirga-Tas's work but my gosh it looks amazing! I love how smug the fox looks in the photograph you have taken! And, I am so glad that the honey is loved. You are one of two friends I bring back honey for knowing that it will be well and truly appreciated! xx
Her work is extraordinary, you would love it. If/when I see an exhibition again close by I will be sure to let you know. The honey is so well loved and well hidden from the resident hyenas in the house. I will continue to savour it sparingly. Thank you. xx
As we have a tiny London garden and a dog, the local foxes tend to pass through rather than linger, but I love watching the one who slumbers, daily, in my neighbours’ urban jungle. ( Love your re-wilding too.)
I've been so frustrated about the foxes that I dream of a very small garden or balcony! Though shifting from exasperation to a form of acceptance has helped, and I now nearly have — dare I say it? — some affection for them.