Thursday, July 23, 2015

Blonds or Redheads?


My Golden Retriever Strelka and neighbours' Red Setter Duke enjoying a fine evening.


Saturday, July 18, 2015

Harvest in Normandy. Golden grain.

Golden grain at sunset.

At a fork on the road to our hamlet, some golden grain spilled on the road.
It looks like it's oats.









Sunday, July 05, 2015

The Flying Boy.

My neighbour, an excellent photographer Francesca Bostock, got this shot of Felix at the school athletic meet. These are traditional at the end of year at schools in France.  


Saturday, July 04, 2015

Cassis. Black currants.


Black currants galore this summer. This is what I had for breakfast, with a bit of cream.


Friday, May 29, 2015

Feeling Levin.





Anichkin, who had not done any mowing for a long while, and was disconcerted by the eyes fastened upon him, cut badly for the first moments... 

It then came back to me, both the technique and the enjoyment. A friend came to help with clearing the garden, he had a scythe, and I had a good go. My uncle, a forester, taught me how to mow with a scythe and explained how it worked. It also made me ‘feel Levin’, and I looked up the famous mowing scene (hay harvesting) in Tolstoy’s ‘Anna Karenina’, when Levin joins in with the muzhiks (Constance Garnett translation):


Tit made room, and Levin started behind him. The grass was short close to the road, and Levin, who had not done any mowing for a long while, and was disconcerted by the eyes fastened upon him, cut badly for the first moments, though he swung his scythe vigorously. Behind him he heard voices:
"It’s not set right; handle’s too high; see how he has to stoop to it," said one.
"Press more on the heel," said another.
"Never mind, he’ll get on all right," the old man resumed.
"He’s made a start... You swing it too wide, you’ll tire yourself out.... The master, sure, does his best for himself! But see the grass missed out! For such work us fellows would catch it!"

Sunday, May 03, 2015

Wisteria. Flight of the Bumblebee.


Wisteria in full bloom is swarmed by bumblebees. It had been a sad little bush until we replanted it a few years ago. Against a south-facing wall it shot up right to the roof.








Friday, May 01, 2015

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