I have had a very stressful and worrying few weeks, no need to burden anyone, but today I am feeling more stressed than ever. It will pass, and I’m not really worried. However, it isn’t a state in which I often find myself. Nothing to do with the situation, but all this probably shows in the following rather tasteless Limerick which was written as a response to Harry’s challenge.
When taking a walk or a hike
With someone you don’t really like,
The pond is the place
If you run out of grace
You can feed them head first to the Pike!
I’ll find my grace soon, but at the moment it is being sadly tried. Maybe it’s partly because my current ‘theme’ of artwork is ‘Alzheimers’. Here’s just a quick glimpse.
It won’t mean much to you in this form, but maybe I’ll show you more in the near future. I’m ‘Artist in Residence’ at Missenden Abbey on Tuesday, I’ll have some of it with me and will hopefully be doing more while I’m there. If you are in the neighbourhood why not come and see what’s going on? Just ask at reception and they’ll tell you where to find me.
Last week I told you a little story. I like to think that it was a happy story. Today I want to introduce you to another plant in our garden. There is a story behind this one too, but it is very different.
My grandmother was brought up by her sister after her mother died. This meant that my mother and her cousins were very close, even though they were older. One lived not far from us in Middlesex, and we would often visit. Aunt Rita only had one son, but she had two beautiful grand-daughters, both of whom married very well. On one of the visits to Twickenham Aunt Rita gave my mother a plant from her garden.
This plant is not so well travelled as the Viola as it was only passed on about 15 years ago, but part of it has been in our garden for a number of years, and the photo above shows it last week, just before we dealt with the bindweed. It is a pretty Osteopermum, which changes from white to lilac as it ages. It only opens when the sun is shining, so we didn’t see much of it last year, but this year the flowers have been quite abundant and prolific.
In the last summer of her time at home my mother spent many days enjoying her garden. Towards the end she wasn’t able to potter around it as much as she would have liked, but this plant was one of her favourites. She would think of Rita and we would talk about her. Sadly, the last couple of years of Rita’s life were filled with great sadness and sorrow. One of her beautiful grand-daughters was murdered by her husband. It was a case that filled the national newspapers at the time, each day bringing new revelations about the ‘other’ life that the husband led. Mum was convinced that it was this that ‘killed’ Aunt Rita.
I’ve been under the assumption that today is the 15th and that tomorrow is Thursday.
Just to clarify – today is the 14th and tomorrow is Wednesday.
Maybe things will be back to normal tomorrow. Could the confusion have had anything to do with the dream I had about a group of motorcyclists who had a fight with an army of the Philistines in full costume?
I never remember my dreams, but last night’s was very vivid and I still don’t understand it. I won’t go into any more details, I think I’ve supplied you with quite enough