Equinox Approaching

As when I was a bit younger, I still have these moments of clarity. Tonight as I did the dishes I had a feeling of serenity befall me. A sense that the evening would be long and fruitful. Not wanting to worry about how this all pans out, but just grasping the opportunity, as the ipod shuffles my favourite songs,I ignore the competing distraction available a the touch of a button, or two. last night I strengthened the bonds of a button on my suede waist coat, it was most gratifying. Jimmy Cliff sings 'many rivers to cross'. I sip, no gulp, at the last Peroni and feel the latent hangover limber up in the meningeal fluid around my brain. Now the blues Brothers stomp out ' Gimmi some Loving' and the tempo feels just fine.I have been considering a haircut for a few weeks now.

So what have we here? A space to write with the possibility of an audience, with whom? Could be the Pope, could be a popeless cause, hmm[ph.

So Equinox approaches. The sun heads across the equator. And we dust of our heavier coats, of pull out thicker jumpers. Might need some new footwear for this one. But then again, might need a whole new wardrobe.

Freya flowers

Giles's poppy

How to make opium?

Islam and the environment.

Waiting for HRH prince Charles

Anna and eagle

Freya

Daisy hunting

Holly in flower today

Today I replace beech. Green with Red. Is it sybolic?

Apple espalier

Two types of flower

This climber has shown me two types of flower. One male the othe female.

Viburnum in bloom

8 frogs in my pond.

Can you see all the frogs together amongst the Iris

Turf

Snakes head fritilary

North east oxford

Alex design

Jetty for the pond

Girls in the kitchen

Lizzie and Danny get engaged

Narcisus

Crocus

Hope ham morrings

Swimming pond school trip

Forest farm school trip to the Hedges natural swimming pond.

Tree planting with Oli Wills

A garden in Abingdon

So kissable

Little Freya is so kissable

Sunday lunch

Annas Dad takes up out for lunch in Woodstock

Learner

anna and Freya

Meter reading

19 feb

3 whiskeys and a whole lotta radiator

3 whiskeys and a whole lotta radiator

time for bed, so many ends solders, pipes bent, sanded, fluxed. all measured, calculated, visualised and installed.

had really hoped to crank up the fire tonight, but 11pm dinner time, time to call it a day. so, hey.

but we did it, all installed, and now the filling and finding leaks is left for dad to do.

REMEMBERING SONGS

Today I was remembering songs that I have written, as an aid de memoir I will post the titles only, and fill in the lyrics as time permits. We are having a tea break whilst we are preparing to solder up the rest of the heating piping.

Toon Town
Bowlfull of wax
Too Hard for me
Your dirty secret
Sunself
Hallowed ground
Full force full love
Humble pie
Bring your rain
Ive got mine
The Old song
Changing weather
Fighting song
Sallow man
Little milk float
Give me the Highway
Wildfire Babylon


All these songs have lyrics and a melody, but not all are completed. I would like to work on them further once I have bought myself some more time. Problem being I dont know where the time shop is!

Tea has arrived at my side. Great.

Laters peeps........

Radiators

Today we hung 3 radiators. The house was build in 1786, revolution time! It takes time to weave the thin copper pipes though the ancient oak beams and pine rafters. Soon there will be heat in this old house and my parents can heal their aching fractured bones in comfort. Limestone is fossilized bones, in a way.

The puddles are still frozen and snow stripes the fields, the potted Lilly hangs limp at the bottom of the stairs down which my Dad and then my Mum both tumbled. They are not called Jack and Jill.

Fixing the radiators

We are fixing the radiators

me and my dad

he is pleased

mum is glad


Matt xx