A Photo a Day
3rd to 9th May 2021
I thought I should check my back garden was still there. It is still there.
The grass has grown so much the local cats have started to ‘nest’ in the lawn … The Noble Defender of Property (TNDoP) resents them mightily, but they are entirely indifferent to his vociferous concern.
TNDoP has his own space and I won’t be getting much done out there this year so it seems a shame to move them on. They’ll only sneak back. TNDoP simply can’t understand such a slipshod attitude towards his property. He is displeased.
Some air plants arrived — they were supposed to go into the bay window. First of all, they have to be soaked for a couple of hours and then drained and then they should, by rights, be ‘stuck’ onto bits of bark with lovely moss and maybe lichen, too — I haven’t got to that bit yet so they’re just hanging about as you can see (middle pic) — but then, catastrophe!
The Noble Defender of Property, possibly in frustration over cats nesting in his lawn, pounced on a poor, defenseless tillandsia air plant and gave it a bit of a chew. I’m trusting it wants to live enough to soldier on until fully recovered back to its weirdly spiky self.
This exercise I’m engaged in, putting on ‘paper’ how to draw a dog is quite fascinating. Usually, I teach drawing and painting once a year and I stand up front and demonstrate everything and waffle. Trying to get this onto paper is so very different. And, it’s taking ages! So I’ve found myself this week trying to describe how to draw a boopable nose. (for the corgi on the right)
I took TNDoP onto the Bristol Downs to see if we could get a pic of the Clifton Suspension Bridge, opened in 1864, designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel. It was too far away to make a good picture. Also, the tidal river was low which makes it look muddy and unappealing.
The house is ‘Towerhirst’, which sits right on the edge of the Avon Gorge. It is said it was built for a wealthy merchant who used to climb up the tower to watch his ships sailing along the river in and out of Bristol. I quite fancy that house but will remain happy with my own.
It’s been very windy here this week. The pic is a lot of leaf and flower buds from the chestnut trees that have snapped off in the howling gales.
I always put my tallest recycling bin on its side to save it from falling over in the storm, and to stop it whirling around the place crashing into houses and cars.
I can guarantee that some helpful neighbour will stand it back up for me. I then have to leave the house again to put it back on its side so it’s safe. It always makes me smile, though, that someone has gone off feeling all virtuous and noble. (Even if I’m so ungrateful that I put the bin on its side again.)
Behind our house is this fenced-in mini-park. It belongs to the inhabitants of the square of houses all around it and dogs are not allowed in. TNDoP and I peer through the fence like a couple of freezing, starving waifs looking yearningly through a window at a roaring fire and a feast.
However, their bluebells — and whitebells — are not the right sort — they are like bluebells but look as if they’re on a diet of steroids rather than being the ‘real’, more ethereal bluebell found out in the countryside. Also, there’s a squirrel in there to which TNDoP has taken violent exception.
So we don’t feel deprived.
And another week has flown by, but at least will be kept in here as a record, so it’s not gone forever. It’s in good company with you all, too, which is comforting.
A Photo a Day for last week:
A Photo a Day for the week before:
