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| Meri Wells with me and cups and the feet of Peter Wakelin. Clive Hicks-Jenkins behind my little camera. The barn ruins in the background... |
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| "We can't all be Mad Hatters" --Wizard Howl |
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
from Robert Louis Stevenson, "The Swing,"
from A Child's Garden of Verses
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| Peter's feet again leading the way over a slope decked out in English bluebells and mango-colored and orange Welsh poppies. |
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| A Meri-flock a-flying-- |
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| A rabbit friend, come to hide in the bracken and munch on bluebells and poppies and forget-me-nots. |
Such amazing work, it really stirs my heart! I always say that art that excites (even negatively though not in this case) is successful. Such a lovely place to work in and to display one's work. How lucky and memorable for you to have met this artist along with Clive and all the others.
ReplyDeleteYes, I feel lucky (despite Sunday's flood! ack! old house strikes again!) to have gone and met so many interesting people and seen such lovely artwork. Quite, quite satisfied.
ReplyDeleteI tried twice to post a comment, saying mostly how idyllic these places are, and how I'd like to pick up and go too!
ReplyDeleteI want that swing! And the rabbit is stuck in my mind as Bambi !
ReplyDeleteLove the art - and the art of living in Wales has clearly been achieved well! Beautiful setting.
To have the swing, you'd have to have the slope and the bluebells and the Welsh poppies and the mad hare...
ReplyDeleteOh, I missed Robbi--sorry about that. Must have been something amiss because I checked SPAM, and there is nothing there.
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