feelin groovy

No place to go.  No promises to keep.  So far today is exactly as I hoped it would be.  So here's a bit of nothing in particular to suit my mood.

Remember the feather at The Bean's place?  Well the Green One used a skill she gained from her latest Botanical Art workshop to make from it this brush for Steve.

Photos from the Bean from our weekend before last of garden wandering.  I love that her interest in the detail is so apparent.

A strange thing happened last Friday.  I had arranged for a lady named Judy to pick me up from yoga and drive to Swansea to letterbox mental health promoting fridge magnets.  I had my camera with me because it seemed like a perfect opportunity to explore Swansea. Thus I was able to photo the shoes left, mosque-like, outside the hall where we do yoga.
When I emerged from yoga there was another Judy waiting for me to take me to Swansea to the Historical Society.  How this occurred I can't begin to fathom.

However the Historical Society made good use of me and I started the process of wrapping and labeling their fragile book collection.  Note that the floor is collapsing under the weight of the collection and death by compactus is avoidable only if you have a strong friend on the outside.

This unedited phone photo I took yesterday while Jill and I waited for Steve to do the supermarket shopping in Sorell.  We had taken Pharaoh Dog Jill to the dog beach at Kingston and investigated the Wednesday Produce Market.  Sadly I'd forgotten my camera.  The above is an Eileen Brooker mural showing Sorell in the 1930s.  Its a lovely, lively piece of art and I must tackle it again with a camera.  Or learn how to use the phone effectively.

And lastly one of Steve's workshops, this one featuring flying guitar pieces.

Will I still need her, will I still feed her

Always.  Though she is more likely to feed me.  Happy Birthday Lady Jayne.

Make my day!

Just when you think life can't get any better, the local shop starts selling artichokes.

season of mists

and it truly was.  This is how 1 March dawned.  Sadly it reveals that the window and camera lens need cleaning.  Later in the day I picked Pru up from the airport and brought her back to Tribes.  Given she was only in Tasmania for 4 days, I think Triabunna should be proud she wanted to spend one night here.

But then it is rather nice.  I drove Pru to Hobart on the Thursday, and Friday I was off to The Bean's for the Huon Art Exhibition Opening and prize presentation at Cygnet.  Sadly the Glorious Bean didn't win a prize this year - we think.  Anything that doesn't go to plan is described as Oscar-esque currently and this was the case with this event.  The presentation was entertainingly shambolic.  There was some beautiful work and I really enjoyed the music.
Saturday was devoted to my first Australian Garden History Society event in Tasmania.  We gathered at Peppermint Bay and walked to the Woodbridge Nursery which The Bean and I have frequently graced.  Other Society members bought up big.  The Bean bought a Bishop of Dover dahlia.  She is working her way through the Bishops.  Then it was on to Pav and Penny's garden at Nicholl's Rivulet.

The shed they lived in for 12 years while starting the garden.

Pav directing The Bean to the Wollemi Pine

A Happy Bean

assesses the pine for its portrait sitting

while I go for a wander.

The Bench at which we lunched far from the madding crowd.

The Bridal Walk under construction.

My favourite part of the garden.

Bit hard to see here but the cones on this pine are blue.

The final garden has been in the current owners' possession only 2 years and demonstrated the huge responsibility of taking on a garden which has been years in the making.

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I only took one photo but may have more if The Bean sends me some of hers.  One of our party bought 4 gunnera plants.  'You must have a large garden', I said.  'Yes', he replied, 'these are to go around the lake'.

You don't need a lake with a garden like this.  Here are some photos I took on Sunday at the Bean Shack.

three ships a-sailing

Cymru am byth!!

Here we are released from the mines briefly to fete Lady Jayne as she rides by.  Thank you, Lady Jane.  And a very Happy St David's Day to you all.

Grand Opening

Finally the big day arrived:  Eileen Brooker's retrospective at The Village, Triabunna.  Eileen and I used to teach together in the 1970s.  Steve's sister, Elizabeth, had also taught with Eileen and they were great friends.  So you can understand that this was quite a big deal for us.

Over a hundred guests turned up.  I was relieved from fly swishing duty

for a while so I could hover just outside the building to catch some of the action.

Eileen is in her 90s now and was in fine form.  I caught up with teaching mates and arty mates I hadn't seen for years.  All in all it was a fabulous party.  It was impossible to really see the art work so I went back today to take some photos.

Back home we have our own small exhibition of Eileen's work.

I forgot to tell you that I saw my first Easter Lilies of the season at Eileen's house a couple of weeks ago.  Eileen drew my attention to them because she loves them.