. A lovely house and a very sensitive depiction of it. Very architectural. I love architectural drawings. Is your room shown in the painting or were you on the other side of the house?It IS a treasure - I specifically asked him to do this and I’m very glad to have it. Yes - my room is furthest to the left. Probably the biggest bedroom but it didn’t have en suite so my parents didn’t want it - lucky for me!Oh! It is absolutely beautiful! What a treasure for you to keep
Brilliant!ORDERED ... thank you @Milking Keynes!
So pleased you are getting it too. X
That book got wonderful reviews!
This is just stunning @Milking Keynes!
Yes - I thought exactly the same! There is a very moving poem Philip Larkin wrote after his father died. It’s called Snow in April where he describes reorganising the precious jars of jam his late father had made and left for him to enjoy. So poignant and precious rather like the painting of @Milking Keynes ‘s home painted by her father.I just want to tell you lot that I love you!
This is just stunning @Milking Keynes!
What a wonderful keepsake and so very special because it’s essentially a piece of your Dad.
Beautiful poem.Yes - I thought exactly the same! There is a very moving poem Philip Larkin wrote after his father died. It’s called Snow in April where he describes reorganising the precious jars of jam his late father had made and left for him to enjoy. So poignant and precious rather like the painting of @Milking Keynes ‘s home painted by her father.
ps We love you too!
I want to cry when I read that poem.Me too! Every time...Beautiful poem.
You write so beautifully, @Oops - you have the loveliest heart. If I had the words, this poem would mirror how I feel. It is exactly the poem we need for the weird and fearful transition from isolation to opportunity. I’m going to put this one folded into my cardholder.Me too! Every time...
Just those few lines and I was there watching his father collecting the fruit then making the jam he would never eat. I mean THAT is poetry...and such an evocative way to describe yearning for a loved one. It just knocks me out.
I love his poem about parents too (This be the Verse)...The opening lines always makes me laugh...
I wrote this today after reading here how some of us feel about ‘going back out again’ Having been inspired both by the posts and @Namima saying about...
A Mindset Reset
I’m sending love to all my fear
In case the things I fear appear
I really wouldn’t like them here
Nor with the ones I hold most dear
I sat alone for one full year
The isolation felt so queer
Oppressive dark clouds felt so drear
Now I’d love fear to disappear...
Go on! Begone! Get out of here!
The future must be bright and clear
The heart of fear needs one big spear
To make our world a happier sphere...
Oh, NOOO!
What? So you don’t love us? We have returned the love...Oh, NOOO!
This ‘I just want to tell you lot that I love you’ was supposed to part of a bigger post I’m writing about our SAG members and I didn’t realise I had left it in this post until it was too late to edit it.
Oh well, nothing I can do about it now ... but you know it’s going to bug me for the next two days!
Just on the subject of the Philip Larkin poem, ‘Clearances’ by Seamus Heaney is along the same vein - written after he lost his mother - so touching - I have a lump in my throat now.Me too! Every time...
Just those few lines and I was there watching his father collecting the fruit then making the jam he would never eat. I mean THAT is poetry...and such an evocative way to describe yearning for a loved one. It just knocks me out.
I love his poem about parents too (This be the Verse)...The opening lines always makes me laugh...
I wrote this today after reading here how some of us feel about ‘going back out again’ Having been inspired both by the posts and @Namima saying about...
A Mindset Reset
I’m sending love to all my fear
In case the things I fear appear
I really wouldn’t like them here
Nor with the ones I hold most dear
I sat alone for one full year
The isolation felt so queer
Oppressive dark clouds felt so drear
Now I’d love fear to disappear...
Go on! Begone! Get out of here!
The future must be bright and clear
The heart of fear needs one big spear
To make our world a happier sphere...
Of course I love you ... that’s why I’m here!What? So you don’t love us? We have returned the love...
OMG - the Lidl thread - I’m feeling misunderstood. Not to worry - I’ll get over it!
I don't think you are misunderstood....some people respond before reading things properly. I think you made a good point and one that needed making.
My DOG! I turn my back for an hour or so and there he is...Seamus Heaney. When the others were away at Mass, I was all hers as we peeled potatoes...What a man! You are so lucky to have known him.What? So you don’t love us? We have returned the love...
Just on the subject of the Philip Larkin poem, ‘Clearances’ by Seamus Heaney is along the same vein - written after he lost his mother - so touching - I have a lump in my throat now.
What on earth has happened now? Off for a look ...
. I had a little look. I think @Miscanthus is right BTW. Sometimes some people don’t read your posts properly...(as I know only too well).
I think Julia was treated appallingly ...I remember someone who knew L predicting that A would eclipse her eventually. Do you think that’s why she suddenly muscled in on his account and it no longer seems to be exclusively his? It’s all a bit of a mess...Can’t help wondering what gate will be opened next...A lot of firefighting may be needed probably due to the top heavy amount of wood in that dining room which is partly in her fame area. Wood will make fires burn brighter - but this was pointed out months ago...Whenever you are ready will be the perfect time.
Of course, once again, I missed it lol which, in a way, is a good thing.I don’t like it either!
