Dirty Paws.

What a day I had today!

All night Sunday, and I really mean all night, I worked on a painting in my head. The composition, the layout, the creatures. I slept, but woke up exhausted. After feeding the animals, I noted some were off colour again, but nonetheless, I headed for the studio, mulling over my problems while I sketched. The main character just flowed, others not so much and I rubbed out one fox/wolf/coyote three times, it just looked like no animal I was happy with. I began to get annoyed, then Dexter started playing the inside/outside game that cats are so good at! He sat on the sketchpad and then walked across the laptop, setting the images flickering again. I threw him out, gently, but out all the same.

This is the kind of anarchy I have to deal with!!!

As usual, he is unrepentant!

I had radio 4 on and the interviewer was talking such utter dribble that my temper was rising, I gave up on the sketching for a bit and went inside to make a cuppa. Suddenly I realised that the rain had stopped and I rushed back out to rug up Toffee and Jerry who were clearly struggling in the unrelenting rain that has been with us all weekend.
I managed to put together a seclusion paddock so that the poorly ponies can have special treatment without the healthy ones pushing in and taking over. It's near on impossible rugging a nervous horse with several other silly idiots all vying for my attention. A game of shove between big horses and ponies is not something to be stuck in the middle of! Jerry thanked me with a big wave of muddy slurry up the back of my legs but Toffee at least was grateful and Jerry had stopped shivering, so it was all worth it.
I finally had my cup of Earl Grey with lunch and managed half a dozen acceptable animal sketches using my big old trusty laptop, I do love it. Then, I just had time to feed the horses their supper, grab my dear man and take to the woods with the dogs. It was getting dark by the time we got back but the chickens weren't quite ready for bed so I made a steaming mug of mulled wine and sipped it by the fire while I thawed out!

So here is what I'm working on,  Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men.

I won't reproduce all the lyrics as I don't have permission, but you can look them up on Google. This song has so much meaning for me as it always reminded me of my son's beautiful cat Tokhi. She was born in my wardrobe, on my favourite jumper, she was tiny but fierce and we called her warrior cat. She was often dirty from fighting, so when Dirty Paws was released, I used to sing it to her. One day 5 years ago she didn't come home. I'm only ready now to tackle this project.

'Her dirty paws and furry coat
She ran down the forest slope
The forest of talking trees
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war
The sky wasn't big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow'

Crikey!

Three posts in one weekend, have I broken my writing slump? I hope so. I much prefer blogging to most other social media, although I do like browsing Instagram when my brain is tired.

So last nights dinner was so good that I almost forgot to take pictures of the cooked pizza!
This is how mine started, totally loaded!

 I only ate half and then remembered to take a picture! I'll have the rest for lunch today. My pizzas always remind me of the joke about the Dalai Lama. Sorry if you've heard it before.
The Dalai Lama goes into a pizza restaurant and says 'make me one with everything', hehe, simple jokes always get me!

 I had enough dough to make a small loaf for todays breakfast. It's not cooked in this picture! My lovely man is making a cooked breakfast, it's a new Sunday tradition. It's not always a full english, it just depends on how we feel. Today we have kidneys from the lamb we bought from a farmer friend, tomatoes from our neighbour and eggs from our chickens. Food miles about 5 for the lamb!

Sundays are always so quiet here as everything shuts down for a day of rest. In the bigger towns some shops open until lunchtime, but we flatly refuse to get into that routine of last minute this and that! We shop once a week or fortnight only and that's usually because we're low on cat food!

Edited to add: Our breakfast.

I hadn't realised we were having a sausage and as that came from England, food miles out of the window, haha :D

Have a lovely peaceful day all.x

Trash tonight!!!

What a difficult few weeks it's been but, slowly, and with optimism the mojo is returning :D
So when my lovely man asked if it was trash night tonight, I readily agreed. I'd gotten the dates all muddled on the other post anyway, just a product of an over bothered mind, I suppose!

It's not really trash, but it's a treat for us anyway, so we're having loaded pizzas. Usually I just make bread for breakfasts and sandwiches, so pizzas get left behind. Today though, we're out of bread, it's been raining since four pm and I've been in the kitchen.

I didn't even get to the woods for the firewood, instead I started collecting chestnuts and was interupted by neighing from a neighbouring field. Odd, I thought, sounds very close to be the far off neighbours horse! Then my boys started calling back and my suspicions grew. I went to have a look and sure enough, Flash The Naughty was in another field, not ours! 20 minutes later and order was restored but the rain was coming down in sheets! I quickly filled the bucket with chestnuts, helped by Dexter on my shoulder, sheltering in my hood, and struggled back to the house to unload. Dexter had gone in search of dinner and I had a long lie down with the kitten <3

Have I mentioned how much I love the kitten?  All of my animals are very special and have a huge place in my heart, but the kitten just gives me such a warm and fuzzy feeling <3

Tomorrow I'll share pictures of our dinner :D

Blog hopping.

I've been visiting some blogs today, it's helping to fight off a case of the blues. I'm having fun and getting some of my mojo back :D

Earlier I went Gleaning. This is the ancient tradition of peasants walking through the fields after harvest and picking up the leftovers. The field opposite was cut for corn on Friday and I saw my neighbour walking through with a sack, gathering up the last of the cobs. I guessed that it was probably ok for me to do the same and I still managed to find two large bucketfuls of corn and some already chopped corn and chaff. This chickens turned their noses up at first, but the ponies thoroughly enjoyed a few handfuls of the chaff. I now have 'treats' for them for the next few days.

Later I'm heading to the woods to pick up fallen branches. It's been so windy here lately that I'm sure to get some good ones. I simply don't see the point of paying for logs when we live on the edge of a forest, no one else goes up to collect any and it just rots on the ground. I know this is good for the wildlife, but they can spare me a few branches.

I've been back in the studio this week and did a little carving. It still has a long way to go!

 I started the sketch for this painting back in england! I needed to finish it and it helped get me back into painting.

 A sleepy squirrel is next to be painted.

Hope you're all having a lovely weekend.x

Aaargh!

I've just spent the last hour loading photos from my aging laptop onto the tiny one to use in the studio! Now the tiny laptop is refusing to open any of the pictures!!! I knew there was a reason I hated the bloddy thing!!!

Normally I suppose I would post this kind of comment on FB, but I'm giving that a break, I hate all the politics and sad posts and stress and arguments.....

My kind of Samhain.

Lots of blog friends have been posting some pretty scary pictures! This is about my limit :D

 I absolutely loved Corpse Bride, even though I really didn't want to watch it, my children, quite young at the time, insisted and I'm so glad they did.

When I was in England, I bought the new version of IT as my daughter said it was so good. I hate Clowns! Seriously hate them. I had nightmares even without seeing the movie. I tried to return it, but Moomin was adamant that I would enjoy it. It's still in the wrapper, in the car!

I love this image and at one point I did manage to track down the artist. However, I've since lost the name, but I'll try and find it again.

I adore this season and how so many people celebrate. I'm looking forward to browsing other blogs and seeing what you all get up to.

Today I bought a real ale brewing kit, that's what I'll be getting up to soon :D

Late to the party!

I know many people refuse to even hear the word Christmas before Halloween and bonfire night are out of the way, and I used to be the same. However, Christmas markets are my biggest times for earning and promoting my business so I need to be on the case right away. I think I've left it a bit late again! So much has taken priority over my work this year, not surprising really.

The Potager has been wonderful but has kept me so busy all summer. Yesterday I cleared out the squash bed and harvested everything for winter. Lots of soups and curries for us :D

I replaced all the squash with a kitten, not that I need any more!!!

Not a bad harvest really, although I would have liked more butternut and I'm not even sure what the green ones are! They came in an Heirloom mix!

We've started a new tradition in our house, Trash date night! I bought my darling man the Guy Fierri triple D recipe book and we love it. It's too heavy to eat that kind of food regularly, but once a month is perfectly fine!
Here we had totally overloaded hot dogs with onions and mushrooms with a spicy corn relish and very spicy baked wedges.  It was divine :D

We're due another trash night next week as it's usually the Saturday closest to the end of the month, but this month is a little messed up as the big party in the village will be on the 31st and this week is too hectic. Anyhoo, trash night will be on the 2nd October and we haven't yet decided what to make. Best get that book out :D

Whoosh part 2.

This week has gone with a whoosh as well! I had every intention of finishing my story of my trip to and from England the next day but when I got up I could hear a terrible coughing coming from the field. Poor Merlin pony was having a very hard time and the vet had to be called. A cold in a pony with breathing problems can quickly get out of hand and Merlin had developed a bad chest infection. It's been a difficult week indeed!

So I got back to find the little Talie had not only hung around, but had moved in as well. The other cats grumble sometimes but on the whole he is allowed to be with them. This is the late night supper of biccies, they get very upset if I don't do it. I'm not sure it will continue when we get the new floor down!!! The only cat missing from this line up is the very shy and also new Solo.

 At first Talie was bright and lovely but after just a day or two I noticed a huge change in him. He stayed in his bed all day and suddenly lost his voice. I wasn't going to take any chances and rushed him to the vet. My usual vet wouldn't fit me in, so I sat outside another where I knew they took in emergencies and waited for a slot.

 We sat in my car and Talie walked pee all over me and the dashboard while I cleaned out his cat carrier! By the time the vet saw me, I stank like a crazy cat lady. The vet was very gracious! Talie was diagnosed with early symptoms of cat flu, it was lucky that we caught it early!

 Lots of antibiotics and money later, he was almost back to normal. I love this picture of him, but I look utterly wrecked! I was!!!

Soon after Talie got sick, Piper also went down with the flu and thankfully the vet had given me extra antibiotics in case any of the others caught it!
So it's been a week of sick animals all round and I'm almost dead on my feet!!! Thankfully they're all on the mend at last!

Another whoosh!

Really? Am I only able to post once a month? Well, I must try harder!!!

So much happens all the time and I just can't keep up with living it, let alone writing about it!

The potager is ticking along and the pond is starting to naturalise, thank goodness. I managed to get some tasks finished before taking my son back to England, but we didn't get it all done! Just before he left a little black cat turned up and my son told me that I must stop taking in strays, silly boy ;) I name the cat Solo which of course meant that I'd fallen for him and hoped he would stay. My lovely ginger tom Finbarr sealed the deal with a mouse laid carefully at Solo's feet! Solo was woefully thin and we could see the skin along his spin where his fur was patchy, a sign of malnutrition. He was just a fluffy head on legs!
A few weeks later a small bundle of white fluff over bones turned up and my son was stern but also smitten! I've not had a kitten for years and I soon found out why, they're hard work!!!

 I fell very much in love and as I was still reading Moonheart, I named him Taliesin.

I made him promise to hang around while I took my trip to the uk and set off. It was such a difficult visit with so many mixed emotions. I was so happy to see my lovely Moomin but sad to be taking my son back. I enjoyed the luxury of a hotel but missed my farm so very much!

 We walked along the shore where Manchee and Walley used to run and play and I shed a few tears for our lovely Walley.

We also took lots of silly photos :D

I had a great day refreshing some Reiki training and had a much needed treatment. Soon the week was over and saying goodbye to my lovely young people was absolutely hell. I'm so proud of how they've grown and taken control of their lives <3  I'm surprised I didn't crash on the way to the ferry as I was trying to focus on driving and not crying!!!!


More tomorrow, it's late, I'm tired and have a nasty old fibro flare threatening!!!