Doris, of terracota experiment gardening fame, has diagnosed my mystery flowering plant, which I am praying to every pagan is a cucumber, as bearing fruit, but “fruit as yet unknown.” Doris reports that the terracotta experiment is working. She waters via these sunken terracotta wine coolers. She has v contemporary looking swirly spike things for her pumpkin and tomatoes to grow up. Unfortunately her tomato took exception on the left side and collapsed earth bound.
Liz, gardener en face, cut a, we estimate, 22 inch bean today. Her mum is a gardener and she has a gardening blog which I will link to when I find it.
The arugula may yet be saved, but the tension between it and the spuds has not lessened. It is miserable looking, but I’ve got to revive it somehow.
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I have made so many shelves I have run out of wood. I calculate I have used almost 80 anchors. Such is the success I may have to reward myself with a drill which has a functioning and engaging clutch, rather than this banjaxed half-hearted bunny effort.
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I have just checked a list of plants that do poorly when transplanted. Oh dear nearly every plant on it I have just transplanted to pots and will have to later retransplant.
i usually just sow directly into the soil, this greenhouse seed cultivation is all new to me. I forgot to label the seeds so have no clue what each of the 72 are.
I have a new love affair. It is with the Rings. ( the following is offered as a snapshot of the equipment, no such ambition or delusion should be inferred!!)
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Some fella was showing me how to use them this evening and I am converted. Women do not compete on the Rings in gymnastics and so that’s probably why we never go near them. They do not shred your hands to the same extent as the A-Bars, but chalk galore reigns.
The first move I have to learn is to swing high enough to invert the body over the arms or alternatively a chin up lifting the whole body upwards from hanging to a balance position.
Hmmm. I could be quite a long time swinging on them before any such thing might occur. But I think I will certainly get stronger forearms and that will be very useful for my shelf hanging. I am more and more tempted to try trapeze, but a trapeze artist who comes to the gymnastics training said it’s really hard on the forearms.
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The backflip is better. I have cut out the round off for now and instead am doing them in threes. The first is the strongest. The second is middling and the third decidedly wobbly if not verging on a fail. By the second my shoulders protest. By the third they collapse often. But who cares about that the first one is glorious!
And onto more glorious matters I must now go and repot my sprouted seeds, they are underwhelmed by the lack of attention.
Check out his new composition for strings Clay Pictures by Timothy Thornton over here
The piece is called Clay Pictures, and is in two movements. The clay of the title refers to three “triple tone-rows”; it’s basically an extended exercise in creating different textures and sounds from absolutely identical (derived) musical material. Some of the changes are abrupt and some are more gradual. The movements were to have titles — each taking five words, in some order I could never quite decide, from the following: sap, birch, bee, coracle, silt, pollen, gull, estuary, finch (and so on). I decided against this, though.
Episode 1
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“Caithfidh mé a rá go bhfuil sé deacair …” a dúirt mé le Bean Brón
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<Is maith liom e Bean Brón. Cad iad do chuid smaointe? Take it to the bridge!>
Prime Time investigation into planning failures, excess housing, ghost estates. Jesus…..