Dancing with a hoe: By the clear light of morning, Gold and Jewels in the Fabled Realm...

Monday, 24 August 2020

By the clear light of morning, Gold and Jewels in the Fabled Realm...

Patience...

Once the pears are harvested, the tree will be pruned to a "Pyramid". Avoiding the loss of fruiting spurs and encouraging fresh green growth.

Hollyhock regeneration...

The Box wood hedge will soon be clipped. The block of evergreen act as a protective windbreak. The shade it provides at midday prevents the soil from drying too fast. A good spot to propogate seedlings.Splash of welcome colour from the Swiss Chard.

The chillies have started to ripen...

A heavy, "Good Morning" visit from Marie Theresse. Merci.

Hanging on.The tree is getting tired. Leaves starting to wither. We harvest the walnuts when the fruit starts splitting.

A new flush of flowers offers the promise of a bonus this year. Bean pods already forming.

Looks like we will have tomatoes for the coming year.More plants raised from cuttings are now thriving in flower. We will have plenty in store before first frost.

Bee Borage, Star Flower, Bug Loss. Happy to rip em out, just as happy to leave it in. It's a permanent resident.

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"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."