Late Friday afternoon I was invited to go and see some paintings, which I liked .I wish art were more accessible for everyone, there are some pieces you’d like to live with. I’m not a big fan of artyfarty “art talk” because I think it keeps people away. There were several artists there; it’s always interesting when they talk about how they create in spite of the fact that I believe that the moment the work is let loose on the world the creative process belongs to the beholder. And it needn’t be seen as a lazy, uninformed attitude either although it is sometimes mistaken as such.

Gardening, My Diary, Seasons

Lighten up!

After my last post, I really think we need to lighten up, what say you? There’s lightness in the night air here in Lesmo. After maybe 3/4 years’ wait, one of my Brugmanias has flowered. Champagne occasion! I bought 3 of them from Hayloft’s remembering the 3 beautiful trees (then called Datura in my old allotment). The offer was a set of three all different colours although I only wanted the white one. They were sent in plastic test tubes and have been lovingly nurtured for the last 3 years. (I’m probaby a better mum to my plants than I ever was to my kids!) Anyway, it decided to flower… creamy, no it’s going to be yellow! Wait til the evening though until it releases that delicate ethereal scent! It’s white! so I loll on my patio and contemplate it…if a double white Brugmansia doesn’t take you to nirvana ….nothing will. Just contemplate, just breathe…

Music, My Diary

Die Tote Stadt

This is the latest opera I saw at La Scala. Although the music was not difficult to understand on a very superficial level, I had a good deal of trouble tying to unravel the meaning of the story. Based on a short novel written in 1892, Korngold has transformed it into a foray into symbolist decadentism. Death cult, doubling and dream sequences make it extremely difficult to understand; clearly I should have read up before going.


Gardening, My Diary


The Royal Hospital, Chelsea

At the end of May I took my annual trip to the Chelsea Flower Show and it was wonderful as always. I go on a Saturday because that is the day the coach trip is organised, but when I asked around, most people said that it is pretty crowded on the other days too. I really shouldn’t complain about crowds because even if you want to see the show gardens, it’s only a matter of a minute or so before you are actually at the front of the little knot of people “oohing” and aahing” with the best of them!

I most enjoy the grand marquee where you can meet the growers and ask your questions.The people on the R H S stand are competent of course , and helpful too. The best part of the day is when the countdown begins and the bell rings; that’s when the visitors can dash to their favourite stands and buy the show plants. A lot of people come with bags and trolleys for this! And I love the scenes in the street when people are catching their buses almost swamped with their lovely purchases. I flew home with only a trolley so there was no possibility of buying any more plants. Maybe I’ve found a way to keep my collecting habit in check?