prize pumpkin! me, not the squash… overboard, a man …and his marrow… curious orange… three of these plucked from the garden, daddy, mummy and baba bear sized hope to carve tomoz when daughter here last year one of my green courgettes became engorged to harrowing marrow proportions… had a disaster cooking it, never ever ever bake a squash with rice inside, whatever that prig jamie oliver says took 4 hours!! whilst kids fought maliciously, anyway i saved some of the seeds, planted them out… and lo and behold the progeny of an elongated green thingumibob is orange and bulbous… who’da thunk it! happy halloween… hopefully a more seasonal serious post later x
Audrey: Gourds and squashy type things are really naughty they’ll cross pollinate with any other members of the same family so you never know what you’ll end up with 😉 xx
RB: frisky! i had no idea, kind of approve of the libidinous diversity… at least it didn’t end up as a mushy pea… thats about the only veg i struggle with… that, brown sauce and bead and butter pudding. yuk! why! xx
Audrey: I’m with you on the bread and butter pudding – gadz – but brown sauce? What do you have on chippy chips? In Edinburgh it’s salt and sauce – has to be 😘
RB: chips? lumme eck, no! i am one for a biodynamically fried organically grown sauteed king edward spud … carries on making things up by stringing together words i don’t really understand… but artisanal in truth: tomato ketchup! or when i’m feeling sophisticated and continental, tres belgique, mayonnaise! x oh and for some reason i can’t remember what that beer is you drink in edinborough (see i’m posh none of that burgh nonsense), was it thruppeny bit? shilling ha’penny? who knows! x
lol: Oi, where’s our autumn extravaganza and accompanying poetic post 😉
RB: ha! careful what ya ask for, i shall go for a stroll atop the cliffs and compose, stumble upon, some words in a profound poetic reverie… ode to lol those snaps of us from the other week are lush! fab day. my posts tend to be solipstic selfies, mostly as the kids hate it when i add pics of them! anyway thought ya’d lurve the day of the dead mexicano pic, plus the juice is so tasty, will bring some tomoz xxx
Johnathan: I love you Richard 😁
thanks darling! hope the massage and cannabis potions are going down a storm in brizzle may not be the official party line, but the mantra i always come away from buddhafield with is along the lines of ‘go to beautiful places, do amazing things, with wonderful people… with love in your heart’ not always whats required, and not always possible, but gotta be a good start!… oh and boast fluffily about it on here, of course, ha xx
comment on lous post from samhain into the wild at emerson!
wow! such an enchanting light on your pics… leaf monster, earth engulfed, season of yield and surrender… whilst colour is so sweetly slurped from the world… who’da thought brown could be quite so sumptuous? aw such lovely moments, thanks, all that yak and guffaw, i thoroughly enjoyed being submerged neath leaves telling you a snippet of that beautiful celtic tale and… with the aid of google… it was a tulip poplar! ha, the insatiable needs of a know it all hope your dance was groovy! xxx
‘but but it’s not bowie, ooh but but but it is space’ a few years later re-share for this ‘oddity’, i am left but with the curious reflection… theres a moustache in space! a moustache just floating forever, somewhere serenely in the void! given a choice which karaoke song should be sang in zero-g? i’d probably go with another very obvious tash… mr fahrenheit, don’t s-t-o-p me now! just coz i loved leaping round the bedroom hollering it back in 80 … prompted by listening to the astronaut chris hadfields autobio which is still on bbc iPlayer radio last night… hadfield not whigfield all astronauts are by the nature of the job a little dull (with the exception natch of cheerfully doolally buzz aldrin) driven, meticulous and able to thrive in the weird quasi-militiarised world of astronutting… but chris came across as fundamentally canadian, warm and decent and he sang bowie in space!! astonishing!
singing and screenprinting nun, sister corita kent dentistry! aaaah – me exhibiting astonishing compliance on our trip to ditchling museum selfie aside really enjoyed her pioneering screenprints, lush vibrant colours, intriguing caligraphy and powerful messages plus we got to see Zoe ball crossing the road… allegedly with a pig
‘your name is a golden bell hung in my heart i would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name’