Today’s photo of the apple “tree” - now the sole survivor of the four Honey Crisp seeds planted from a supermarket apple in 2023. (The sapling that was retrieved after last autumn’s hurricane had too much root damage.) I call it a tree. Apples are not grown on trees these days. It is a vine.
Colour exercise sketch this afternoon. Oil pastel on 160g multi media paper.
A stroll around the lake #FurmanUniversity
Blessed Whitsun! The many different gifts of the Holy Spirit are celebrated in Anglo-Saxon style (transliterated from Cynewulf’s poem Christ II. 9th century - exact dates unknown.)
It’s official. This yet to bloom sunflower is taller than I am.
The local peach season is upon us! Time to defrost what’s left of last year’s fruit to make peach sauce. It’s a lovely alternative to apple sauce with pork and other meat.
A familiar tale from the weekend’s papers…
St Stephen’s church, Worcester UK. Pastel on 118g paper. 23x30.5cm. ]2025.{
This weekend in College Hall, The King’s School Worcester, as exam season is about to start. I remember the scene well, except in my day there were no cushions on the chairs! 😅
The bell tower, Furman University lake, Greenville SC. Pastel on 118 gm2 paper. 23x30 cm. [2025.]
Untitled. Acrylic on canvas. 14x11” [2025]
Happy Easter ‼️
Easter morning at St Andrew’s, Greenville SC.
Cathedral. Soft pastel on 80lb paper. 9x12.” [2025]
Setting up for Tenebrae.
Spring roses.
It’s mango chutney day!
A rather cheesy sweet sausage and broccoli rabe pizza.
After dinner pleasure on a rainy Sunday evening. A few weeks ago I discovered online a mint 1972 print of Shostakovich’s 15th Sym. His last. It was recorded in the USSR shortly after its 1st performance. It came this pm, and it will be the first time that I’ve listened to the work in its entirety.
A small side - inspired by Jacques Pepin - to go with my Costco marinated salmon. Sweet potato sautéed with butter and honey with a generous drizzle of sriracha.
Untitled. Oil on canvas. 20x16.” (2025.) Based on the earlier 8x8” acrylic.
Flowers, simnel cake, and memories. Happy Mothering Sunday to all!
Another small miracle. When clearing away brush in a corner of the garden (along with a few pieces of greenhouse) I came across another piece of apple sapling planted last season, buried under leaves. Against the odds a single leaf had grown. I now have two storm survivors growing.
Tuesday 25th March.
Blessed Lady Day to everyone!
Pork tenderloin roasted with a curry spice crust, twice baked sweet potato, and a gorgonzola mixed salad.
Spring has definitely sprung. Peach blossom.
Another of those random coffee-time memories. A poem learned by heart in school. (Lower Remove.) WB Yeats, Irish poet, dramatist and writer. (1865-1939.)
A pleasant surprise. Last season I started to grow three apple saplings from “pips.” I lost two of them (with the small greenhouse) in the hurricane. The survivor looked lifeless, but in the last day it has put out new leaves.
Spring in the air!