Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Pink Gladiolus on Wordless Wednesday

This bouquet of pink gladiolus makes me smile when I see it on our kitchen table. This is one bunch with ten stems and makes a generous sized bouquet.
Since this is Wordless Wednesday I won't say too much :)


Saturday, August 15, 2015

Pretty hare painting by Jackie Morris


Look what beauty arrived in my mail, all the way from Wales from the artist Jackie Morris.
In the top center is a card and the others are postcards. She illustrates books, paints, and also writes books. Her current book is a retelling of The Wild Swans story by Anderson. If you go to her blog and website you can see a lot of her beautiful paintings and more about the Wild Swans book which releases about September 19, 2015.
www.jackiemorris.co.uk/blog
I enjoy visiting her blog and reading about her life in the countryside of Wales, where she walks with dogs and cats and encounters wild life, all of which inspire her art.
Thank you Jackie for the beautiful card and postcards.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Let's Balter Together


This cat has an amazed expression; maybe he saw me having fun baltering. I collect words like balter that are new to me and that have a nice ring to them.
Here are some of them:
telling a tarradiddle, a trifling lie, nonsense, twaddle
moire antique curtain, fabric of silk or rayon with a watery or wavelike appearance
widdershins, in a direction contrary to the natural one
louche, dubious, shady, disreputable
a nebuly coat, edged in a deeply wavy line, intended to represent clouds
ebullition of surprise, violent outpouring as of emotion
corruscation of green light, glitter, sparkle, series of small flashes or sparks
a bimble, a ramble
cruft, leftover, redundant, getting in the way
limned "the way the light limned the edges", highlighted with light or color or to depict with painting
serried branches, pressed close together, especially in rows
infrangible, cannot be broken or violated
gallimaufry, hodgepodge, jumble
marmorean, marmoreal is smooth like marble
a stoup of holy water, a basin, a pail, a cup
balter, to dance artlessly without grace but with extreme joy

A fair number of these I found while reading Proust, Anthony Trollope and British mysteries.
Many of these are older words that it would be nice to use more often.
So friends, let's remember to dance, even if it means we balter :)

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Visiting our wharf on the bay

A painting of a sea otter on our wharf and if you look closely you will see my reflection in it.
Our home is beyond those trees.
The flags are flying in a nice breeze on the restaurant patio near the end of the wharf.
When I see sailboats I think I should get a zoom lens.
Have a happy day and look for beauty all around you, friends.




Thursday, July 16, 2015

Dr. Thorne, book and new tv series


I am so happy that Julian Fellowes, creator of Downton Abbey, loves Anthony Trollope as I do. He has a new tv project in the works based on the book Dr. Thorne. This is the third book in the Chronicles of Barsetshire series. Fellowes says these books are very influential on his tv work.
I think each book, of the 4 of the 6 I have read, is perfection. Lots of humor, the author makes funny asides and pokes fun at himself. He wrote about "if I were a better writer, I could ... ", which is just so charming. At another point Trollope interrupts the story to write "Fear not dear reader. I will not make you wait in horror for the next book" when a heroine's fate is in jeopardy.
Some of you already know the charms of Barsetshire. Some of you may not care for the books. Could this be? But I love these books, written in the 1850s and carrying the reader to those times of country homes, middle and upper class people, poor people, and many lovely ladies and young men ready or not ready for romance. In the second book Barchester Towers is the best and most romantic description of a proposal of marriage I have read or can imagine.
Trollope uses very funny names for some of his characters. A few are: Dr. Fillgrave. Would you choose him for your doctor? Not me. Mr. Quiverful for a man who has 14 children. Mssrs. Slow and Bideawhile for a law firm. Just little welcome touches of humor.
Perhaps there will even be romance in store for "old" Dr. Thorne! Dr. Thorne is 50, not really so old at all, but he is a confirmed bachelor. I'll never tell.
I sometimes cry when I read or hear about something truly beautiful, and Trollope's books have done that for me. Usually it is when a difficult conceited or selfish person sees what is right and does it, just for the sake of doing what is good. A person in need is greatly helped, perhaps lovers are united or someone is saved from financial catastrophe. And not by a saintly character but by a flawed one who rises to the occasion. What beautiful writing by Mr. Trollope.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Sun rose and lantana

Our pink Sun Rose and our cream Lantana are happy in the half wine barrel, which they completely cover, but it is under there some where.
I planted these two pretty plants about ten years ago and they get compliments from people walking past our home.
The Sun Rose is also known as Cistus, and the petals of the flowers are papery thin and look almost like they are made of silk. Sun Rose and Lantana do not need much water, which is good news in the drought we are having here in California.
I think the plants look like a gigantic bouquet that a giant bride could carry in a wedding ceremony.



Thursday, July 2, 2015

Mystery door home is painted

You might have seen my earlier post about this home with the door opening to a cliff drop.
Above is the freshly painted exterior, even the door is freshened up with paint.
Here below  are photos of the mystery door before the house was painted, and during the painting. It looks nicer now but I still wonder about the function of the door. Someone commented it might be the way to get rid of dinner guests who stayed too late. Ha ha. My guess is Rapunzel lives there and her beloved calls to her to let down her long braided hair.
Note the extensive scaffolding they put up to do the house painting. It seems odd that on the lower floor where the door is, there are no windows. Ah, sweet house of mystery.