originally a facebook post
aw belated fathers day pic
just stumbled across this lovely snap of dad in an ancient trove of flotsam
1974 (ish), on the way to scotland, a tall man, yes, but through the eye of his 9 year old son (me!), a friendly and endlessly impressive giant x
ha, smoke weeds?
courgette flower guzzling season, a soggy soporific afternoon, too lazy nowadays to do more than endlessly post pics of lunch x
megan: There are so many tasty flowers!
ooh what are your faves? and i’ll search them out… i’ve been nibbling on ooh sea kale, honeysuckle, dandelion, gorse and hawthorn a fair bit… tho not all at once! xx
megan: I am eating wild geraniums, nasturtiums, clover, chive flowers, garlic flowers, borage… and more.
of course de edible aliums! why didn’t i think of that, wish i’d planted some chives for the gorgeous flowers now! next year ho hum xx
Korma and Sea Kale … Jai Ganesha
‘There’s a loving in your eyes all the way
If I listen to your lies, would you say
I’m a man (a man) without conviction
I’m a man (a man) who doesn’t know’
……………
all together now
Korma Korma Korma Korma Sea Kale-a-meal-eon!
sigh, i’ve resorted to feeble puns for attention now…
the light in a beech wood, in early summer, one of my favourite things
decanted through leaves… eerie, enchanting, a lucid nuance of green
a day of showers, the gloom of grey clouds, then the brief abrupt hurtle of rain
nowt but patter drops neath the canopy, summoning this moist rummage of smells
a wind that shivers through leaves, the sharp sun… mottled, flicker, butterfly shadows
as with heaney:
‘The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves.
Us, listening to a river in the trees.’
far far in friston forest, on a weekday afternoon, nobody at all
but the tweet and foible of bird song… near, far, high, low… layered, grooved, vertigo of a constantly shifting perspective
a temperate Rain Forest, this blessed land
oh and climbed an ash on the way back (that ash, lol x)
foot braced against one of its tentacles, could feel the subtle strength, the vibrations as the long bough gently writhed in the wind
i’ve been dreaming of ash trees and long barrows the last few weeks (long burgh nearby, above alfriston)
much as it was in the neolithic? huge swathes of trees, the occasional glimpse of a view
stone age, yes, yet always fashioning with wood
much work… the scouring of hides, tending of crops, chopping of trees, chiding of beasts!?… yet also space to dream
there would be summer festivals, gathering of the clans, time to swap, to gossip, flirt, dance, feast
shell fish, nettles, sea weed, deer
ha, mead and magic mushrooms… the pulse of a song summoned from the drum, heartbeat of the land
sitting around the fire, hound at your feet, telling your story, a piece for the whole
across the the circle, caught in the fire glow, the eyes of the one you love
much has changed, and, yet, somehow, nothing at all
…………
prose typically waywardly lush, but a way of putting off household chores!
…. aw thinking of phil, must be a year x
harry styles is filming on nh beach this morning
truth be told he’s all over east sussex like a nasty rash… shutting down squares in brighton a few days ago… then turning on the christmas lights in eastbourne next week (yeah i know its a tad early, but it is HARRY)
anyway i had to tip toe past security guards and ouch eek across painful pebbles for my beach swim this morning
so, next time your down the multiplex if in the background of some hollywood blockbuster you notice a friendly walrus in a lurid pink cozzie, then, as jLenn(?) once sang ‘i am the Walrus’
a friendly security guard and i were surveying the the entire fuss pot palaver, the enormous convoy of trucks, the hubbub, the catering, the Razzamatazz, the covid testing, the kit kaboodle!… when she conspiratorially exclaimed ‘he’s not Neil Diamond doncha know’
good point, Harry ‘cramping my’ Styles, you may well be a singing and acting legend, a heart throb… but, well, your not Neil Diamond
flaps: Breaking news – Harry Styles cast in new Neil Diamond biopic…
sweeet caroline! noooo! …. tho, actually, Cracklin’ Rosie, why not! i’d watch it! x
typing that, i suddenly realise that i have an aversion to lower case ‘r’ in proper nouns, its just ugly! does everyone feel that way? most other letters i’m happy to disregard case with reckless abandon
‘Rose’ is beautiful, ‘rose’ bit bleagghh! … ‘Richard’ tho, i’m sure we can agree, could never be anything other than beautiful!
Camouflage! Now, Norbury Park, Box Hill wards
Mel: The flowers match your helmet! I might have to write a poem about that?!!!
the horror! given your penchant for dubious rhyming couplets it’ll probs be ‘bluebells dum de dum batman smells’ etc xx