Author: Anny
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What I should be doing…
I really shouldn’t be here. If I was being responsible, I’d be out in the garden, tackling the weeds. Yesterday, was all about laundry, but I took a few pictures in between hanging out the washing. Colours are creeping back in with a vengeance… And taking the pictures in close up makes it harder…
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A dog’s life…
We’ve been up in the Peak District for a few days. Traditionally, this is the annual holiday when we cycle – there being a fabulous amount of off-road cycle routes in the area. But since we acquired the delinquent dog, things have had to be rethought. We hoped that he’d condescend to travel in his…
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Blue and Green
Or – what a difference two weeks can make…. After such a long winter, the richness of the spring is making my senses tingle. A couple of weeks ago, there wasn’t much green… Now, it’s bursting out all over… And the bluebells are so gorgeous, I couldn’t resist taking more pictures… A spring carpet.
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A touch of printing…
I’ve finished cutting the lino I mentioned in Symmetry. This is how it looked at the first printing. Both daughters want to colour it in, and I admit, I do too, so there might be more to see another day. I get enormous enjoyment from doing these linocuts. Anything that forces you to go slowly and take…
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A bookish challenge…
I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I am a bookaholic. This habit means that I get up to things I probably shouldn’t, such as reading reviews for books I’ve never heard of, just because they are links at the end of the last book I finished on my Kindle.(Yes, I’m a book tart, I keep…
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Not Chelsea…
So it’s the Chelsea Flower Show again. Yet another year and I still haven’t been. I suspect that my type of gardening is very far removed from the average Chelsea affair, but a part of me would still love to go and see what I’ve been missing. Evidently for some people, creating a garden must…
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Symmetry…
I’ve been working on a new linocut today. As with the needlepoint, I find the process becomes meditative as you get involved – it’s huge fun – just like being a child again, approaching a technique just for the hell of it, not expecting anything. I must have been designed for repetitive tasks – something in them…
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Blue haze…
Earlier in the week, before the downpour set in, I’d noticed the bluebells were out in the wood where I walk the delinquent dog most mornings. Taking photographs whilst simultaneously holding a schizophrenic dog on his lead and keeping a 360 degree watch for the approach of other dogs, squirrels or similarly tempting small furry animals,…
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Oh, now come on…
I felt like Victor Meldrew this morning when I opened the curtains to lashing rain and a dark grey sky. Somebody has kidnapped the spring – I want it back – NOW! Just when I thought it was safe to put a couple of my thicker winter jumpers back in the wardrobe, here I am…
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Learning as I go along…
Blogging is a funny game. Some people seem to be naturals, they start off knowing exactly what they’re about and quickly join the happy melee of Blogland. Some dip their toes into the water of Blogland but soon decide it’s not for them. And then there are others, the ones somehow hooked on the game, but not…
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Nature’s pick-me-up…
I’ve been a bit up and down over the weekend – I’m blaming the hormones. But it was difficult to feel anything other than pure happiness, seeing the sunlight on the trees across the way, and the frost coated field in between. The air was crisp, but the ground is still soggy – it will…
