La Doleur Exquisabella

A1337.4
Origin
of fever.

Of course I just realised who I should talk to for ethical and practical steer on this 💡

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I wonder if it is possible to get Palestinian poppy seeds in the U.K. this might be a stupid, ignorant thought, but I would like my garden also to speak of the genocide, as it speaks of other politics.

August 11. The calendar says August but the garden says September. Lolling hollyhocks, pollening fennel, dusty from drought and done. Windflowers open their waiting room. Peacock orchids and cosmos flounce their white skirts at autumn. Heat still, and the days shorten. 🌱

I was at the stage of life and experience when I couldn’t tell a list from a poem…

Akshi Singh, in defence of leisure

Nice. 👌

Horrific. 🖤

Merle sur la plage

perhaps a little nap

Desk. Which is an old printer’s table liberated from a university. The usual office equipment plus a bookcase and a flattish glass dome.

Tidy!

Haven't got Dick up a mountain yet.

A little black bunny called Dandy. He’s cute but shy.

I am bunny-sitting for a few days!

🙏🩵💖

Tea in the bath, a snuggle with a bunny and at the studio desk before 8am for mini-residency* to begin.

*will only happen on days I feel well enough

Print on a roller

Textual Pleasures At Home : a mini-residency, August 2025.

Questions of our time (poetic)

How daring.

A ripe peach, eaten alone in the dark, in front of the moon, is a magnificent sensory event.

I believe she enjoyed herself fully.

Late afternoon beach, look hard and you will see a small dog on the shoreline. It’s Merle.

Merle went to the beach 🥹

It’s Dandy the little bun, who I’m minding this weekend. Cuuuute!

Who’s this?

They are so lovely. It’s a big drive for my Pa.

So my parents came bearing all the essentials: new fancy cushions, scones, botanical body scrubs, some ridiculous garden lights, a Wooster’s malt loaf. 🥰

Missed you!

This reminds me of a great friend of mine, Holbein would have loved her.

Sold.

Hurray!

Storm Floris granted me an extra day with my daughter.

Oh Jim Lovell 🖤