Old wood, but the new blossoms and daffodils are coming through. Also the building after the floods in June in Hull is still in progress as you can see from the planks, so these people will get new things. Looking at the contents of the skips on my dog walks a lot of people will get new things, even people whose things weren't particularly damaged. A lot of these things have been taken from the skips, cleaned up and sold on in the charity shops.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Friday, 15 February 2008
The egret is a heron
Prosaic until the time to mate
Then the egret has a fluffy side
Who says it cannot dance Swan Lake
Who says it cannot dance Swan Lake
I have never heard of the egret before this week's Two Things, but it seems to be a recurring theme of the challenge. It apparently develops these fluffy feathers during the breeding season, can strike such balletic poses, and, when it's body feathers are spread, appears to be wearing a tutu. I can just picture this egret in one of the world's greatest love stories. (A bit far-fetched this posting).
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Firstly a picture of the Tidy Fairies spraying something like fairy dust and who requested a photo of themselves on this blog doing the tidying . The pic will be removed in a few days.
Secondly, the Meme. This is genuinely the book I have by my bedside, and have not picked it out to fit in with any recurring themes of this blog.
'Otherwise I keep thinking of things like Frosty Answer - which are foolish but fun.
With best wishes,
AUTHOR'S SUGGESTION FOR PART OF BLURB
A Girl in Winter centres on one day in the life of Katherine Lind, a day that as it progresses seems increasingly to sum up her present life, connect it with her past, and predict her future. She is brought up against an almost - forgotten episode that nevertheless shows how her actions then have influenced other premanently, and are still playing their part in her own life.'
You can tell this is a well-read book. I know quite a bit about Philip Larkin because he lived in Hull, and could probably organise a 'Philip Larkin City Trail', for anyone who is interested. (Probably not many) I have lived in Cottingham for a while near the house he lived in when he first came to the area, I have walked past the Church where they held his funeral many times(in fact my husband's sister was married there), I have held a pass to the library where he worked, I have been to the park many times which he used to view through his 'High Windows', and I have been to a National Childbirth Trust meeting in a house on Newland Park where he ended up living. So I follow in the footsteps of Philip Larkin (well, you could tell that from my Haikus) and is my only somewhat tenuous claim to fame. All this somehow fuels my imagination, and that is why I like reading the letters and thinking I have been to the places he is talking about.
Sunday, 10 February 2008
This is my little angel containing a tealight. I like this very much, and, for me, this pretty much sums up 'Light', being a celestial 'Angel of Light', literally lighting up the darkness with its tealight, as religious faith can light up the darkness for people. Don't know why it's green though.
The other one is just a silly one, because this is what immediately sprung to mind with 'light', and this one is also celestial. Mind you, on a semi-serious note, this was often the last pleasure of the condemned man, the only pleasure of many psychiatric patients, and kept them going in the trenches. It is the sort of humble light people in extremis often choose.