29 March 2008

On making carrot beds.

there lie stones that like to hide
there lie stones from the other side

















there lie stones wet with dew
there lie stones with a greenish hue
there lie stones that demand to be held
there lie stones from another world




















there lie stones out of sight
there lie stones that gleam with light
there lie stones muddied and true
there lie stones that speak to you




















there lie stones lost in time
there lie stones etched with grime
there lie stones under foot
there lie stones disguised as root




















there lie stones of a different hue
there lie stones in wait for you.

27 March 2008

Evening

As
the
day
draws
to
its'
end
the
sky
is
alive
with
a
flotilla
of
kites
that
will
sing
me
to
sleep.

Little or Great Blue Heron


Our
time
spent
in
Corn Buck
is
tolerated
by
this
majestic
blue
heron.












He
deigns
to
show
his
appreciation
of
our
efforts
to
till
the
soil











by
gracing
us
with
his
presence,
before
taking
flight
and
voicing
his
territorial
claim.

26 March 2008

Wronged


So tell me,
what would
you do,
honestly,
if,
as you pass
the cakolee tree
and
you


see,









take a closer


look.
















In our
Garden of Eden
there is no time
for
Temptation.















I think this
was a
Lesser Antillean Racer.

To T it is
a serpent,

in the wrong place.

22 March 2008

Easter Saturday

At five a.m.
the conch shell
blows,
time
to come and buy.
Pork, mutton,
beef and goat.
We know these
humble beasts,
their origins,
their pastures
and the labours
of their masters.







In the
early morning,
when
the mist
still
shrouds
the mountain,
no
shrink wrapped
disguises here.






This is village life,
raw and real,
filled with laughter,
and a slaughter
that bears
honest
testimony,











to a
hard working,
God fearing,
fun loving
people,
a community,
that knows how
to work
and move
and love
and live,
together.





Christmas,
Easter,
Carnival
all
punctuated
by
conch shell
fanfare
and food for all.

19 March 2008

Dry Season

It is hot,
I breathe
hot, humid air.











T is busy
in
the hot sun,
forking
baked land
for
tomatoes,
and
these
beans.




I read the
instructions
carefully











and tell T
the story
of
Jack.










Mid afternoon
I escape
to the
river.










Dry season
has made
it a stream.











The sun
seeks
me
out.










An Angel
has given me
cive
to plant.
They must
be trimmed
before
planting.





Here are
some she
prepared
earlier.









The mountain
disappears
behind
a cloud
full of
promise.
I race
to make
holes in which
to plant
the beans.
The heavy drops
fall and evaporate and I go to the river
with the bucket.

16 March 2008

Secrets of the soil

























From time to time, when we are working here,
as T forks and I pull out roots and stones, we are
sometimes rewarded with pottery shards,
reminding us of the others who were here before.

These
shards
intrigue
me.
I
love
the
liquidity
of
the
blue
glazes,
the
detail,
density,
depth
and
delicacy
of
the
designs.


I think the above are from the
'Asiatic Pheasants' design.
























There are some pieces of the Willow pattern


























and a most delightful blog was also found, whilst
searching for more information;
'How to draw a Willow Pattern plate'
is a wonderful project that reinforced my desire
to delve deeper into the creativity involved in
these pieces.






















My favourite shard, to date, shows two people
watching a third, who appears to be crossing a bridge
to a fort, that lies below a mountain range,

























and bares this curious image on the reverse side.

15 March 2008

Turmeric travails
























Some time ago, here, the turmeric, known
as saffron in Grenada, flowered and before long,
























was ready to harvest.
Six plants bore a bounty of succulent fingers
of spice.
























The fingers were 'chipped', sliced thinly, and left
to dry in the hot sun.






















There is a very happy woman in 'The Spice Isle",
who, thanks to her wonderful neighbour,
for showing her how,
and to Pa for giving her her own grinder,
(made in the Czech Republic, )
for her birthday next week,
got
























two jars full of hard work, sunshine, happiness and health.

11 March 2008

It wasn't me

I really tried, I really did,

I checked the camera settings,

reformatted the card,

passed down besides the river

and concentrated hard

to focus on my promises

of hummingbird and nest

but Internet deprived me

of giving of my best.





So now, at last, you have it and for those of you in doubt,
location is what hummingbirds, when nest building, seek out.









4 March 2008

Blur

























I believe this tiny little bird to be, either, a Vervain Hummingbird or, possibly, the smallest bird in the world, a Bee Hummingbird. Either way, I forgot to adjust the setting on my camera so I will return tomorrow to see if I can get a better shot. To give some idea of scale, the diameter of the nest is no bigger than one egg case holder that you get when you buy eggs in the supermarket. I could wrap my finger and thumb around it.























Caught red handed stealing the bananas ready for market is a regular visitor in our
kitchen. A male Lesser Antillean Bullfinch.
























Finally, a Cattle Egret I think, taken from the Grenada Yacht Club with no cows in sight.
I love my Canon A530, not the ideal model for birding shots but my constant companion for capturing special moments, think I might treat the lens to a little clean.

3 March 2008

Quite in the cocoa.

Before
Ivan,
there
was
a
lot
of
cocoa
grown
in
Grenada.
Some
trees
still
remain.
This
one
is
by
the
river,
near
where we made the carrot beds in Corn Buck . Some years ago now, I remember an animated discussion, between my co workers, who were disputing the paternity of one of their younger sister's, soon to be, baby.
Apparently, the child was conceived 'quite in the cocoa'.
A blessing, to be sure.

"Cocoa"
watercolour, 9"x12"
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