Over the fence.

 I don't know what it was about this glimpse over somebody's fence on our Saturday walk with our friends that amused me, but it did. Even better I now notice that it says Dad on the tiny plaque at the very top....I'm in no doubt as to whose space that is then! Mr GBT has his very own workshop/shed too. Definitely one for the boys!

Arilx

A Friday Silly

Have a marvellous weekend!

Arilx

 

Crowing

 I've not bought stuff to cheer me up in years....experience has taught me that I always choose badly when I'm in that frame of mind. However, I very occasionally might make an unplanned purchase if I'm feeling particularly upbeat. Yesterday I was so cheered by the sunshine and the buzz of chattering people along the main street that I popped into a little independent hippy shop that I've never ventured into before in a quest for some more incense. They had some lovely stock and the most amazing smelling Nag Champa & Jasmine incense [now my new favourite] and oh yes....then there was this.....

With my love of corvids how could I resist this crow......I realise that this falls way outside the remit of the more common impulse buy, but then I never was a girl for shoes and handbags!!

Arilx

Winkworth Arboretum

Winkworth Arboretum [National Trust] is known for its stunning Autumn colours and its Spring blossom. I've been fortunate enough to see the Autumn tints for myself http://gnatbottomedtowers.blogspot.com/2016/11/autumn-tints.html, but not made it over at this time year. With some travel allowed now it was time to winkle Mr GBT out and have a little excursion. With our tickets prebooked I had fanciful notions of us experiencing Surrey's answer to Japan's Sakura, but alas reality hit in the form of a hard frost last week and burnt most of the flowers before we got there.  

The idea of an arboretum was conceived by Wilfrid Fox [1875-1962] who bought the land next to his farmhouse. He was a dermatologist by day, but also a very keen arborist with a particular specialism in the sorbus genus. Of the 1000 trees on site there are 75 different types of sorbus aka rowan, whitebeam and service trees.

You might think that he had a whole team of staff to plant this lot, but aside from one employee, his family members and the family firm's employees who had been evacuated from London to Dorking in 1941 did all the work! Meanwhile against the background of WWII Fox, aged 64, drove two ambulances across to France and then helped out at Dunkirk. I think this gives a very real insight into the type of man he was and generously he allowed the locals to enjoy his arboretum. Further down the line he concentrated on building up the Spring planting and added in magnolias and flowering crabapples. He gave Winkworth to the NT in 1952.

Despite things not quite panning out as we might have anticipated we still drank in what we saw....we just got to the end when the snow came down. Perfect timing!

Arilx

On the branch

 

I thought that the duality of lichen and emerging blossom on the branch made a pretty Spring statement.

Mr GBT took the photo as my dear little camera can't manage such a feat at that distance nor height. We have been out National Trusting. More tomorrow.

Arilx

The Little Boy

The Little Boy

Once a little boy went to school

One morning

The teacher said:

"Today we are going to make a picture".

"Good!" thought the little boy.

He liked to make all kinds;

Lions and tigers,

Chickens and cows,

Trains and boats;

And he took out his box of crayons

And began to draw.

But the teacher said, "Wait!"

"It is not time to begin!"

And she waited until everyone looked ready.

"Now," said the teacher,

"We are going to make flowers".

"Good!" thought the little boy.

He liked to make beautiful ones 

With his pink and orange and blue crayons.

But the teacher said "Wait!"

"And I will show you how."

And it was red, with a green stem.

"There" said the teacher

"Now you may begin."

The little boy looked down at his teacher's flower

Then he looked down at his own flower.

He liked his flower better than his teacher's

But he did not say this.

He just turned his paper over,

And made a flower like the teacher's.

It was red, with a green stem.

On another day

The teacher said:

"Today we're going to make something with clay."

"Good!" thought the little boy;

He liked clay.

He could make all kind of things with clay:

Snakes and snowmen,

Elephants and mice, 

Cars and trucks.

And he began to pull and pinch

His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, "Wait!"

"It is not time to begin!"

And she waited until everyone looked ready.

"Now," said the teacher,

"We are going to make a dish."

"Good!" thought the little boy,

He liked to make dishes.

And he began to make some

That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said "Wait!"

"And I will show you how."

And she showed everyone how to make

One deep dish.

"There" said the teacher,

"Now you may begin."

The little boy looked down at the teacher's dish;

Then he looked at his own.

He liked his better than the teacher's

But he did not say this.

He just rolled the clay into a big ball again

And made a dish like the teacher's.

It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon

The little boy learned to wait,

And to watch

And to make things just like the teacher.

And pretty soon

He didn't make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened

That the little boy and his family

Moved to another house,

 In another city,

And the little boy

Had to go to another school.

The teacher said:

"Today we are going to make a picture."

"Good!" thought the little boy.

And he waited for the teacher

To tell what to do.

But the teacher didn't say anything.

She just walked round the room.

When she came to the little boy

She asked, "Don't you want to make a picture?"

"Yes," said the little boy.

"What are we going to make?"

"I don't know until you make it." said the teacher.

"How shall I make it?" asked the little boy.

"Why, anyway you like" said the teacher.

"And any colour?" asked the little boy.

"Any colour" said the teacher.

And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

Helen Buckley.

When my own son was a little boy they did a project at school about Van Gogh. One day they were all asked to paint sunflowers in a similar style. My little boy didn't fancy that so he went off piste and decided to do his own interpretation with all the black shadowing. His teacher told him off, but he didn't see the problem. Thankfully his teacher was a wonderful chap who embraced and encouraged his eccentricities. The greatest compliment anybody ever paid me about him was when this teacher said that after 20+ years of teaching my son's highly "individual" approach to the work set [That's Aspergers for you!] had made him fall back in love with it and reminded him of why he had set out on his teaching path originally. He retired a few years ago.

Arilx

The painting hangs by our front door.

 

Luna

 Please meet Loony Luna as my friend WW calls her....a brave little kitten who's not afraid of anything and is currently finely honing her funambulism by teetering along the high up curtain poles. She's gorgeous, but WW is having to adjust to having a little one tearing around again having recently lost her 20 year old cat...she might look cute, but don't be fooled...she was just planning her next escapades!!

She is a Siamese/Tabby mix and quite chatty. Hope you all have a fabulous weekend.

Arilx