Every bit of the food that was eaten at the farm was either home-grown or produced locally. Not only did we know where it grew, we knew who grew it. Exception; salt. Good food can be very simple to prepare, and here is a classic from our kitchen: STOVIES: Using a thick-bottomed pot, slowly cook […] Continue reading
Mozart’s dead and on the shelf, and I don’t feel so well myself! Hats off to all great beings who stay true to their art and get on with it, despite the trials and tribulations of their lives. They give us all a great gift, and I pray they receive eternal blessing in exchange.
There is something very satisfying about letting these sort of paintings do their own thing. Often I am surprised by what happens. Seems some others ‘influence’ gets involved.
Forget about electricity delivered to you at great personal cost along a national grid. Didn’t have any of that when I was a small child at the farm. We had it at my regular home, though it was basic stuff, a cooker and electric lights.Water was warmed (it never got hot), by pipes behind the […] Continue reading
The oil painting of Drummy was done by my mother sometime in the 1950s. The huge piggery barn with the light blue roof that can be seen in the middle, was finally finished, having taken Grandpa six or seven years to get it done. I’d often helped him collect the stones for the project from […] Continue reading
This little WOOsit wants to hang around and have an adventure, I think.
I seriously need bright colours at this time of year. Not being a traveller, I’ll take what I can get.
What’s a WOO to do?
Woo is scared of his 7-cell brain, it makes him do things.
There was a time in my part of the world when many women wore black from head to foot. Elderly ladies in black shoes and thick black stockings, long black button-up coats from ankle to neck, and their hair, usually white by that time in life, strictly hidden under a black narrow-brimmed hat held in […] Continue reading