March 2011
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March, New Friends
The sun actually came out for five minutes last week. I grabbed my sketch book and went to the big field to draw the long grass, long dead, and it’s seed heads looking magnificent. It was perfect, I was out of the wind, it was warmish, the sun was on my face and the dogs settled down and went to sleep next to me. And then the bloody cows arrived, dribbling and snorting. They are a complete...
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March, Gorse
Gorse is pretty much an outlaw round here. No self respecting, herbicide spraying farmer lets it show it’s sunny face. But like all good outlaws it thrives in any wild corner, unkempt ditch and tangled margin. It lives it’s exuberant, untameable, prickly and seed popping life unconcernedly on the edge. It’s another cloudy day today and spring is so slow in coming but the gorse...
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March, frogs and toads
The lake at the bottom of the big field has been pulsating with frogs and toads this week. An orgiastic writhing of reptiles on a nuptial bed of rotting alder leaves .The air is throbbing with a three part harmony of pigeon, dabchick and frog. I sit on a branch hanging over the water and peer down. I’ve never drawn a frog before. I have to get used to their shapes, all curved thighs, beefy...
