So, here we are again, with Mercury causing trouble. The planet going Retrograde is being blamed for all kinds of breakdowns and communications, meanwhile, our thermometers have been rising too with a small heatwave last week. It makes a change from floods, I suppose, at least if you don’t count the personal ones I have been experiencing in my own little sweatshop (or the conservatory and my workroom, as it is known.) Either way, it is exploding head time.
“Never mind”, I said blithely, walking away from the array of wellies, none of which were suitable, at the garden centre, “The old ones have splits but will be fine unless the water is ankle deep…which is fairly unlikely”. Talk about tempting fate!
I should have perhaps heeded the omens – a delayed departure, followed by two false starts where I had to return home to pick up things that I had forgotten and then on the M25 a warning light came on in the car, which was totally out of oil in the engine (I was going to put it in for annual service when I got back!).
There is something very special about being up at dawn and seeing the sunrise. This is, in part, because most of us aren’t (or don’t want to be) up that early or, indeed, late, which in itself makes quite a difference. There is a completely different energy to seeing the sun come up after having been up all night, as opposed to simply being up before dawn. The former is a culminating moment of the previous day (and night) and there is a sense of achievement in having made it through the whole of the previous day and the night as well. The latter is the bright, fresh beginning of a new day, full of potential and everything yet to come. I’ll admit to having been through both sets of circumstances ;D
No, really, this is not a badly drawn butterfly, it’s real.
Found this little fellow in the garden yesterday, well, at least two of them actually. When they are in flight, all you see is a flash of shocking pink. I’ve never seen anything like it before and I’m almost certain it’s Life imitating Art, in this case, a child’s painting of a butterfly. The grey is precisely the shade that the white paint goes in a child’s paintbox after repeatedly being used with a none-too-clean paintbrush, and the pink has clearly been daubed on with a highlighter pen after all else has failed.
It’s no good. I’ve searched and pored over the small print on the tin, but nowhere can I find a disclaimer regarding the colour of this Ronseal Fence Life that they have entertainingly labelled “Medium Oak”. I have taken the colour swatch from their website for your amusement –>
I had so much fun participating in the last Tarot Blog Hop, that I signed up again. This time the theme was given as “The Fire tends to All” and immediately I suffered a ’70s flashback moment with a mental blast of this…
Language is an evolving thing, more’s the pity sometimes, but I’ll save the rant about the declining standards of grammar and spelling for another day. It is always interesting to discover forgotten words and expressions, so at Christmas I bought myself the Forgotten English Calendar, which is full of weird and wonderful linguistic gems, some familiar, others totally off the wall. Yesterday’s was a doozy and  I just had to share. The expression was “crotch-trolling”!
Watts Chapel
I have been a little slow in sharing this find. You know how it is when life, the universe and an inability to pull your finger out and download your photos from the camera get in the way, but better late than never, I say and perhaps the timing is apt.
A couple of months ago, I finally got around to an excursion with a friend (deferred several times over a few months for one reason or another) to Watts Gallery and more specifically, Watts Chapel and Cemetery. OMG! Awesome is not a word I use casually, but it was completely and utterly an awesome place, an awesome experience and a jaw-droppingly awesome sight. In all…awesome.
Today’s post is brought to you by the Tarot Blog Hop, which, if you haven’t come across it before, is the blogging equivalent of a round-robin. You can click on the links at the bottom to see the previous and next posts.
The topic du jour for this edition of the blog hop was given as Ostara: Paint a journey with new life. Hmm, I thought, what on earth am I going to write about that? I’m not religious at all*; profound discourses on the meaning of life are best saved for late nights with wine and there are far too many people preaching sharing their insights on how to live your life, so I’m not going to go there either.Â
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