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Thursday, 14 November 2019

Monday, 11th November 2019 - Remembering

I am not sure I like my garden at this time of year. It is cold and soggy. In retribution of it not providing me with anything delightful I hacked at some plants.

My guest said he didn't eat breakfast. Today he didn't but I was lulled into a false sense of laziness. I returned home at 9.30pm, cooked a stir-fry and poodled about thinking I didn't have to get up too early. On retiring to bed I found a breakfast request on the pew. Serves me right for footling about in the evening.



Remembering
Watercolour

Sunday, 10 November 2019

Sunday, 10th November 2019 - Pay The Toll

It was the perfect day to finish Tom's garden. The soil must be very fertile as the plants grow even through the artificial grass. Inside work was progressing on window frames

Dave and Josie joined us for lunch in The Foundrymans Arms. It was a fully ladened roast. I had lamb and was very full. Diego wanted us to try his lemon meringue pie. We said we would share a piece and were presented with five. I was even fuller. How they can make any profit when they only charge £7.50? I haven't had a popover (my siblings will understand the terminology) for ages.

Time to leave Tom. Thank you for a great weekend.

Back at home and I have a bed and breakfast guest. Harriet let him in and was going to give him chocolate brownie. An earwig had taken residence. It was in the fridge!!!  Hardy little beasts. The chickens will be feasting on that tomorrow.



Pay The Toll
Watercolour

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Thursday, 7th November 2019 - Foraged Hydrangea

I spent the afternoon amongst a colony of artists, ref Wikipedia. We understand each others ways. After a few hours of stimulation I took to the raining streets of Tenterden. Yesterday Hetty introduced me to the world of Hatchimals. They had them half price in M&Co. I dropped them into the girls. A couple of eggs with tiny beasts inside caused a huge amount of delight.



Foraged Hydrangea
Watercolour

Wednesday, 6 November 2019

Wednesday, 6th November 2019 - Hetty and Grandad

We collected Hetty from her fine new school in Benenen this afternoon. We wandered the periphery to take photos. Hetty requested a hot sausage roll from the village shop. They had run out!!! I know it was only a small need but I felt quite annoyed they could not meet my granddaughters minor request. 

Wow - David Attenborough I love you.




Hetty and Grandad
Pen and Watercolour

Tuesday, 5th November 2019 - Pink Barn

I have had many bed and breakfast bookings today. I suppose that is good but I am getting used to not having to cook full English breakfasts.

I have a slight concern. On a walk this afternoon we passed a recently trimmed hydrangea hedge. I collected a huge bunch of beautiful flower heads from the road side. Now I am wondering if the owners had just gone in for a break and a cup of tea. When they return all the flowers will have gone. I hope they weren't intending to keep them. They look gorgeous in my kitchen. Buggers to paint probably.

Bloody government. What a mess.


Pink Barn
Pen and Watercolour

Monday, 4th November 2019 - Fading Sheep

Tim has returned from Atlanta. I don't seem to be able to find my gift.

I have possibly got over extended ambitions. This sounds exciting but I am referring to 'that' art project. I found a glorious piece of watercolour paper in my plan chest. Being A1 I have a lot of space to fill. Just loving and appreciating the time to be able to spend in my studio.


Fading Sheep
Watercolour


Monday, 4 November 2019

Sunday, 3rd November 2019 - Exercise in Texture

There is a lot of prevaricating going on. I have the project to do for my art class and should be much further along than I am. Whist in my studio looking for watercolour paper I found a few books to study which lead to more experiments. What a great way to spend a Sunday morning listening to The Archers and playing with gesso. The kitchen is covered in my enthusiasm.

Yesterdays windy weather has toppled the bean poles. The bean patch is now cleared, I left the self seeded aquilegia. They are being tested as to their robustness over winter. They will be those with the little purple flowers having reverted from something more glamorous.

Tim is still in Atlanta and I have indulged myself by cooking a chicken. Not one of ours but if they don't start laying I will be tempted.



Exercise in Texture
Gesso, Wool and Watercolour
(in my blue folder)