Dancing with a hoe: June 2017

Sunday 4 June 2017

June 4... Happy Birthday Emma Grace.

I've missed you a bunch, wish you were near.

Friday 2 June 2017

It's about time...

Glad to see the runner beans are not sleeping on the job.
I shouldn't be so impatient, have faith instead in the good preparation.

Perfect leaf, perfect bloom. What could be more promising? We dug up some of the rogue spuds yesterday, we have enough of those dotted around to allow this years crop to mature without our hungry interference.They didn't last long on the plate,a delicious companion to the first carrot thinnings and the first harvest of mange tout, falafel with a provençal style sauce completed a perfect lunch.

Thursday 1 June 2017

A neighbourly gift... Merci beaucoup Yvonne.

Cherries.

Details of a quick look around...

Woad is cultivated to make indigo dye. I am growing this bunch for the seed.

The many stems of woad flowers are bundled together and tied to a stake. This specimen stands near two metres high, goes well with the wormwood and the sage.

Sage flowers

Wormwood.

Swiss Chard allowed to set seed.

Just keeping an eye...

Meadowsweet flowers. The plants are establishing well, they hope to impress you later.

Recent heavy rain was causing my Garlic to bolt. the excess humidity brought mildew with it. Limiting damage, I have opted to lift it prematurely and dry the plants on the stone wall. The runner beans have started climbing their support.

Just popping art...

About Izmusic

"My melodies are songs without words, none vocal narrative. Folk have rushed by for years and barely glimpsed the tune. A few hang around and listen for a while, but the street has many distractions. My back is no longer against the wall,this is the first chance I've had in eleven years to unravel my tunes, at present encrypted into a whole tangle of technique excercises. You've missed some wondrous epic sessions sad that most often I was the only person,mortal at least, to hear them.
Eight hours a day playing in the icy chill of city streets through several winters alters the character of your technique to some how transcend the harsh discomforts and "make some good of the day".
MUSIC IZ A MIGHTY MAGIC! The first cathartic offerings were created hastily in a frantic effort to master the production.It's all past time , I make music for the moment the occassion, a kind of relativity fix. A divine conspiracy, a benign heresy. The line of least probability may offer opportunity of greater possibility.
Enjoy my primitive efforts. Plain song busking,"strictly kitchen ". The music of the heart bridges the ambiguity of fumbling words,overcomes cultural barriers. Music like God is personal none vocal meaning in the voice of the unspeakable word. The "You know what I mean nostalgia " space ,whether we've done the daring deed or not, where the mind might put on clean socks and start afresh. Familiar phrasing from our collective vocal tradition triggers epic vision, emotional empathy, mathematical poetry, sympathetic reveries create lifelines to the greater mind. In all styles, in all languages the flute and drum resist the restrictive dogmatic control of state or temple."