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Monday 23 June 2014
Awaiting their master.
It's an old adage that 'there aren't enough hours in the day'. At this time of year it is poignantly true.
Between eating, sleeping, gardening, mowing, shopping, mushrooming, entertaining, swimming, building, searching, dog-walking, screaming, hand-wringing, spitting-feathers, and despairing, there is very little time left for either drawing or painting.
Oh well, I expect the world will survive for a while, without more of my stuff.
I think they were for heating milk against a fire (the handle wouldn't get hot). With these strange brown and cream mottled French jugs, the side opposite the handle is always scorched and blackened.
And these sorts of the days are the ones you wish would never end. Well, it's true in my case, at least. Although given your idyllic location, i can see you painting en pleine air.
Painting for you brings an income, whereas painting for me is an indulgence I never feel entitled to. I relate to your list of things to do, apart from mushrooming (far too early here) and in particular to the feather spitting
THE BELLS ..... THE BELLS ..........
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*I guess we all have good things and bad things about where we live. One of
the lovely things about where our house is, is that it's a stones throw
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2 weeks ago
Optimistic Cro!
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!
Unusual jug with the handle at the side.
ReplyDeleteI think they were for heating milk against a fire (the handle wouldn't get hot). With these strange brown and cream mottled French jugs, the side opposite the handle is always scorched and blackened.
DeleteAnd these sorts of the days are the ones you wish would never end. Well, it's true in my case, at least. Although given your idyllic location, i can see you painting en pleine air.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the problems of working for oneself so to speak - there are so many distractions, all of them seemingly important. Love the jug.
ReplyDeleteWe can see what is on your mind! I like the dancing shrooms.
ReplyDeleteYes, I too love the flying mushrooms.
ReplyDeleteOne day you will wake up and nothing else will matter, except perhaps the dogs being walked, and then you will paint.
Painting for you brings an income, whereas painting for me is an indulgence I never feel entitled to. I relate to your list of things to do, apart from mushrooming (far too early here) and in particular to the feather spitting
ReplyDeleteSummer is too short to spend on work.
ReplyDeleteI like the hand-wringing and screaming.It's just so Latin!
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