Orchid time of year

This is the time of year when the multitude of orchids on various windowsills in my house begin to flower like mad things. Here are are the kitchen orchids.

I don't know if it's the warmer environment, or the change of light - but I welcome it with great joy, whatever the cause. They are amazing.

I love their uncompromisingly stiff and glossy leaves, weird aerial roots, and long flower stems that need support but droop away from it to make their own shapes.

They are remarkably easy to keep. A light windowsill with little or no direct sunlight, some humidity ( a kitchen windowsill or a windowsill in or near the bathroom is good too), a little water, and regular misting. The results are fantastic.

When the flowers have fallen from the flower stem, don't cut it down until it has actually died and gone brown. Very often the next flower spike will grow from one of the nodes on this stem, so cutting it down means you have no possibility for flowers. And don't put your orchid in a ceramic or decorative pot.  Orchids like light on their roots, so keep them in clear plastic pots and enjoy the strange roots that drape over the edge of the pot, and sometimes turn into a flower spike.

When I am wealthy ( ha! as if being a poet is ever going to make that happen!) I am going to have a house with  massive North facing windows in the kitchen and the bathroom, and open shelves across them with row upon row of orchids, silhouetted against the light, and flowering like mad things.

A story in eleven tweets!

A rather different writing project, creating a story to be published in a series of tweets!
I was asked to work with an after school book group of children in Barry Library. The group aged 7 to 9 years and part of the Chatterbooks project, meet regularly to discuss stories they have read, but this time they were going to be authors.

I started by giving them an 'author' pencil, and I had made grids with 140 spaces to match the characters of a tweet, with the hashtags we needed added in as well.

The story had to be created in an hour, and the individual tweets had to be interesting in their own right as well as making a narrative. I admit that I had no clear idea how it was going to work! But we started in fine style and it was a noisy session with mad ideas flying around and lots of laughter.

Some library staff sat in on the session, and posed for a photo afterwards, looking rather like the usual suspects.

And then the story typed and tweeted!

I've just realised it doesn't have a title! But you can find it on the twitter feed of Vale of Glamorgan libraries, @voglibraries, with the hashtags #cbxweek and #lovelibraries or you can read it right here. You will see that, although I did guide the shape of the story, the content is pure 7 to 9 year old imagination, and I love the ending which is really asking for the sequel to be written. Enjoy!

Here is a haunted house story, with cow shaped slippers and spider skin swords Brace yourselves!

I opened the secret book and eight wriggling legs reached out and dragged me into the pages and then...

I found myself in a dark and gloomy haunted house. Six red eyes were staring at me, and then...

out of the shadows stepped a three-headed girl. I am Triple she muttered. I need your help. Its cold in here and...

I need three hats without me going into the dark cold weather, because if I go outside I will vanish into thin air.

I stepped outside. The hatshop was guarded by ghost guards with spider skin swords. I felt in my pockets, finding...

some bubblegum. Step aside I said, or I will blow a huge bubble & stick your swords together - forever! The knights replied

Bubblegum is our worst enemy, we will step aside. Enter the hat shop and buy your hats in safety.  Farewell. And so...

after buying three woolly stripy spotty luminous hats, I returned to the dark & gloomy haunted house to Triple, saying

Here are your stripy spotty luminous hats. Now can I go home for tea? Its chocolate fajitas, I don't want to miss them.

She said Before you go back, could you buy my spider eight woolly slippers shaped like cows - they must be size 4!

h.Art 2014 exhibition opening. Sales! Hoorah!

Hereford Arts Week! Hoorah! And the opening of the Print Shed Exhibition in Madley.

  The photo below shows my little corner of poetry and print, and the 'celebrate' print sold twice (I did have two), as did the 'this way' print, several packets of poetry AND some greeting cards.

  I completely forgot to take any photos of the event as I was trying unsuccessfully to look nonchalant about my sales. Absolutely thrilled.
I spent the afternoon helping Jill to finish hanging and making the exhibition ready, so now I know how to hang an exhibition AND make brushetta simultaneously - always good to gather new skills.

Green Man Festival. Haiku. Felt.

I have had four days at the Green Man Festival in Glanusk Park in the beautiful Usk valley, helping my friend Emma in her marquee, selling her beautiful felt items, and also helping out with a manic programme of felt making workshops. Here she is, on day one, before nearly everything sold!

It was huge fun, with the extra dimension of contributing to Wales Arts Review's live online response to the Festival, with contributors responding to events, food and the festival experience. I wrote a series of haiku and emailed them during the days.

My experience was necessarily limited by my working, and not wandering around or seeing other events at all! I thought I would put them down here in order, to give you a flavour of my Green Man experience. I was also constrained by my iPhone, which wouldn't let me start the lines of the haiku with a lower case letter, so they do look very different to my usual style. However, it's all part of the experience! I will list the day, and then the haiku beneath, some of which have titles;

Thursday

Wisp of cloud drifting
Across watching mountain top -
Rain falling below

Friday

Discreet sunlight, breeze
Feet whispering through wet grass
Green Man squats, fierce-faced

Green Man Harvest
A convoy of bins -
Green-bobbed acolytes trudge with them,
Gathering garbage

And now, noise begins -
Swirling on the valley floor,
Mountain, sounding board.

Saturday

Knees
Ugly scowling things,
Stranded between shorts and boots -
Please cover them up!

Making felt
Bright strands, water, soap,
Metamorphosis of wool,
Capturing rainbows.

Selfies
On this spot, right here -
Stand with the mountain behind,
Smile for the camera

Sunday

Wet grass
Mud path will emerge,
Recording every footprint
Small destinations

Climbing
Soft skin and rough bark,
Oak trees stadning patiently,
Accepting hands, feet

Air freshens, colder,
Breeze whispers through the valley,
Nearly time to go

Written looking out of the marquee! I hope you like them! I made a piece of felt to go with the series.

Great fun.
www.walesartsreview.org
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Morning mountains. Bright sun. Cold wind.

A big week getting ready for the Bath Artisan Market on Sunday 10th August. My first piece of displacement activity, in fact my default displacement activity in general - striding up Hay Bluff.

I can always justify walking up a mountain well, it's exercise! I found some wild thyme blooming on the slopes. Very Shakespearian, and a sure sign that fairies live here, although they would have to be hardy little folk to withstand the weather.

It was bright and sunny, but a very cold wind blew as I climbed. The light was amazing, everything so clear.

I feel so lucky to have this as my nearest place to ascend. I love the interplay of sunshine and shadow early in the morning.

 The only problem with walking up Hay Bluff at 6.30am is the ice cream van has not yet arrived in the car park when I arrive back there!
Now to begin the week.

Hay Horse & Pony Show. Country pursuits.

Here is my favourite pony at the Hay Horse & Pony Show last Sunday. I had a chat with the young owner before asking if I could take a photo. He was very proud of himself!

It's a quite informal event, lots of people taking part, and not that many spectators. There's show jumping, in hand showing, working hunter, driving classes and dressage.

Some very smart horses, as well as the magnificently round  and hairy ponies.

My view of the day was through my car windscreen. I was writing for the dressage judge. Here is the view of the rectangular dressage arena. I won't go into the detail, but the judge parks at point C, which you can see. Point A is directly opposite, and that's where the riders enter the arena, trotting up the centre line to C. We can see if they are going in a straight line, or if their line wanders!

Here is our schedule, and the sheets that need filling in for each rider's test. Not everyone rode the same test, depending on skill and how advanced they are. Each section on the sheet represents something the horse and rider have to do, and there's a space for a mark out of 10, and a comment.

The writer needs to concentrate, and also write the judges comments very quickly, and I struggled to write both quickly AND legibly. I think I succeeded!

Here are some of the competitors queuing up to enter various classes at the beginning of the day, some no doubt thinking 'I hope the dressage judge likes me and my horse'

At the end of the day, all riders judged, we had ice cream, which I forgot to photograph before gulping it down. And then I went home feeling marvellously refreshed for having had such a different day, and with only one sunburned shoulder!

Printing shed. Letterpress printing. Summer garden.

It has been absolutely lovely, in this hot weather, to have both doors of my printing shed open. The garden becomes part of it.

The sun shining onto the metal of the proofing press, which is on the floor. I have been experimenting printing with two colours. Very daring.

Enjoying finding quotes and phrases that I like.
Here is a bit of Descartes, I think therefore I am, making full use of the big fancy A and M.

My tray of the ever reliable and beautiful Caslon font by my side. I use this most of all for the big prints. It has upper and lower case letters, and there is something so reliable and utterly right about Caslon. Don't know why - it just is.

And here is the washing line with all three pieces hanging up to dry. Pirate map lore, Descartes, and Game of Thrones. I think that just about covers it!

Happy Summer. x

Orchids. Easy to keep? Yes!

I have been looking at the orchids that live on two windowsills in my home.

 Some are in the kitchen,

and some on the little windowsill on the landing, next to the bathroom.

I love all of them, and am always delighted by their thick glossy leaves, aerial roots, and long flower stems, none of them neat or tidy looking, but so vigorous.

I know the common perception of orchids is that they are difficult to keep, and many orchids are bought, treated like a long lasting cut flower and then thrown away. However, it's possible to keep them for years, and there are a few rules that will help you do this!

First of all, they need light, but not direct sunlight. I keep the blind in the kitchen just a little down in the summer to keep the full sun off - and the upstairs windowsill doesn't get direct sun, so that's perfect.

Secondly, keep them in a clear plastic pot. They need the light on their roots. The orchids grown for houses  originated growing on trees, so they don't want to be in the confined in a dark pot.

Orchids like humidity, so a kitchen is great. And the windowsill outside the bathroom is good too. I also mist mine regularly, spraying the flowers and leaves.  And watering the compost in the pots too, but not a huge amount.

When flowering is finished, don't cut the flower stem down immediately. Often the next flower stem grows from it. Wait until the stem has actually died back before cutting it, just to be sure.

I always have several in flower, and others are resting. Orchids bring colour and exotic beauty!
Oh - and watch out for wildlife living amongst the pots.

Haiku. Wren. Apple Cake.

Poems, especially haiku, take a long time to write, and sometimes I find one unfinished that I have forgotten about, in amongst my notes. Here is a poem I started at the beginning of this year.

While walking by the Wye I heard a wren singing in an ivy covered tree. It was a huge sound, and it seemed to me that it was calling upon the tree to wake, and on the spring to begin. So I took a photo,

and went home and made a load of notes. I always put the date in my notebook, but I can't quite work out if that's 1 or a 2 for the month, so it was either January or February!

I couldn't quite get to the centre of what I wanted to say. It was difficult to express.

So I left it for a while.  Some time later, after writing down an Apple Cake recipe from the internet, and making some lists of things to do, the haiku came into my mind again, so I started working on it as I was baking.
I found it again recently, having been looking for the recipe, remembering that I had written it in a notebook.

 Note that I have written hoorah underneath the utter confusion of the top right had corner. I think this means I believed the haiku to be complete.

 However, I am not so sure now.
Here it is;

one voice declares spring -
ivy shivering with song
trees compelled to wake

I'll leave it, and see what happens next time I come across it!

Striped rose. Oranges and lemons. Scented beauty.

Just one photograph, of a magnificent striped rose in my garden, called Oranges and Lemons. It's not at all robust, sends up about three weedy stems every year, and has two or three sprays of flowers. But what flowers! I  really do gasp when I come out into the garden and the first flower is there.

It's fantastic. I took the photograph with my phone, and will keep it there, to find and look at when I need reminding of good things.
My dream is to have a garden entirely filled with striped roses. I must work on making the dream a reality!

Letterpress printing. Tour de France.

I have been celebrating the Tour de France in my printing shed! I decided to make a print for each of the three main jerseys worn by the leaders of the race, and turn them into cards. Here is the maillot vert, the green jersey, worn by the fastest sprinter.

Poor Mark Cavendish is out of the race, having fallen at the finish line on the first day. I was hoping for him to be wearing this jersey at the end of the race in Paris in three weeks time.

But the card looks nice, stitched with green thread of course.

The best climber wears the King of the Mountains jersey. It's rather exciting, white with red dots.

I have used some huge full stops, and stitched the print onto the card with red thread.

And the race leader wears the maillot jaune, the yellow jersey.

The big wooden letters look fabulous, and I really like the bright yellow, not a colour I usually use. 

The maillot jaune is listed on my Etsy shop, and the others will follow. Vive le Tour!

http://etsy.me/1q7RpXm