Thanks to Karen for the idea for this one!
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Rain forest. And gateau. What did you expect?
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Polytunnels. One more thing to be scared of at the full moon. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the turnips.
We went to the exhibition of Gothic art at the British Library last weekend: “Terror and Wonder – the Gothic Imagination.” Highly recommended.
UPDATE: Potential solution to the poly tunnel menace:
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Polytunnels. And the full moon. And allotments. Mwahaha.
In this documentary the part of the sunflower is played by Helianthus annuus.
I am grateful for the assistance of my wife, Karen, and to the legion of plant suppliers whose prolific supply of seed catalogues forms an excellent and nourishing mulch in our flower beds.
Scientific note: John Gerard, master in chirurgerie, says in his 1597 book “The Herball, or, Generall historie of plantes” regarding “the flower of the Sunne”
[…] a plant of such stature and talenesse, that in one sommer being sowen of a seede in Aprill, it hath risen up to the height of fourteene foote in my garden, where one flower was in waight three pounde and two ounces, and crosse overthwart the flower by measure sixteene inches broade.
[…] those that have reported it to turne with the sunne, the which I coulde never observe, although I have endevored to finde out the truth of it
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Young woman plants a sunflower seed. After many trials the sunflower reaches maturity. Then things start to get out of control.
The blackberry harvest this year is already far outstripping last year’s dismal returns. If you want to know how Itchy can talk and lick his lips at the same time, well I’m afraid it’s a trade secret.
We went to see the Matisse cut-outs exhibition at Tate Modern this week. Some great designs are on show. Recommended. Even Itchy and Knee decided to try the cut-out style.
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(Itchy is looking frightened, waving a knife and apparently covered in blood) Knee: Oh no, Itchy! What have you done?
Itchy (licking his lips): Blackberry and apple crumble...
Itchy (licking his lips): Blackberry and apple crumble...
Spring is here!
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1. "Feeling lucky today, sucker?" (evil-looking cowboy black-hat challenges, but we don't see whom.)
2. "Draw!" (cowboy draws a pair of secateurs, intending to prune a wall-plant.)
2. "Draw!" (cowboy draws a pair of secateurs, intending to prune a wall-plant.)
The panel they said couldn’t be done. Itchy and Knee as you’ve never seen them before. Don’t miss this thrilling episode of The Family Tayberry.
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Subtitled "Part 18: The Harvest Home!"
Itchy and Knee appear as monks in pseudo renaissance / medieval trompe l'oeil room, with a tayberry hunt and annunciatory cherubs blowing trumpets and flutes. Anachronisms abound. Itchy bears the single tayberry on a golden cushion. Knee awaits, with a carving knife and fork to receive the berry. Is Itchy safe?
Next time: The Grand Carving
Itchy and Knee appear as monks in pseudo renaissance / medieval trompe l'oeil room, with a tayberry hunt and annunciatory cherubs blowing trumpets and flutes. Anachronisms abound. Itchy bears the single tayberry on a golden cushion. Knee awaits, with a carving knife and fork to receive the berry. Is Itchy safe?
Next time: The Grand Carving
On a hill on the edge of the town of Faringdon in Oxfordshire, England, there is a folly tower erected in 1935 for the somewhat eccentric Lord Berners, famous for, amongst other things, dyeing pigeons in different colours. The folly carries a notice “Do not feed the giraffes” several metres above the ground on one side, but the only giraffe we saw was the one that sneaked into my quick sketch.
Thanks to grj for the house party and the walk to the folly on Sunday.
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Please do not feed the giraffes.
Well, we’re hoping they’ll be back again this year. We can see the shoots and the flower buds: let’s hope they’re not discouraged by the continued cold weather and change their minds at the last minute.
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Yes, we come back here to the same spot every year...
It's so /unspoilt/ -- they don't speak a /word/ of daffodil.
It's so /unspoilt/ -- they don't speak a /word/ of daffodil.