Short term, Long term and good luck

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Who else is superstitious? Or maybe I should ask how superstitious are you, because I really believe everyone has some sort of superstition hang-up.

Come on…you know you feel a bit prickly when you spill the salt even if you don’t throw it over your left shoulder…or was that the right shoulder? How about that black cat? Don’t you try to imagine that you saw a bit of white under his chin even if you walk across his path?

I know…right?

I’m probably even worse than you because I support my grandmother’s Czech beliefs that sharp objects (like knives) given as gifts will cut up a relationship so must always be paid for, even if only a few pennies are exchanged. How about no eating birds or eggs on New Year’s Day because all your money for the new year will fly away. Hey, you want to take the chance?

Thought not.

I have to tell you something: Ok, truthfully, I didn’t believe for a minute that there would be a Mayan apocalypse on Dec. 12, 2012, but just so you know, there was a very tiny, microscopic, infinitesimal superstitious part in my brain that said, “Hey, lookie here…it’s Dec. 12, 2012, 12:13 pm and I’m ok!”

Actually I was better than ok. I was skating with my friend Gillian on an outdoor ice rink at Millet’s Farm and we had the ice to ourselves. Boy, that’s one way to remember where you were when you survived the apocalypse…lol.

By now you’re all probably thinking, “Where are you going with this drivel V?”

Well, the folks at Folk Magazine have asked for a second journal entry: What short term and long term goals do you hope to achieve this year and how are your resolutions holding up?

In this post I talked about skating. I also talked about more art, writing, photography and less toxic people. Also redesigning this website and giveaways.

But here’s the thing, I’m so not good with resolutions because I have a no limits imagination. I get too many ideas and the new ideas are better than the old ones and the old ones are amended or even completely thrown out the window. Also, I subscribe very heavily to a personal ideology: “to define is to limit”, so I tend not to define anything; including goals and resolutions because I just don’t want to limit myself.

So my short term goals and long term goals are exactly the same as last year, the year before…etc. More of the same which makes me happy plus a good healthy mix of new zany ideas which grab hold of my heart.

And those resolutions? ¯\_( :) )_/¯ (it’s a shrug) :)

Speaking of zany ideas, I’m off to Vancouver in a couple of days and it’ll be time for the first of many giveaways. (just going to sleep off the jet-lag first)

Come on lucky 2013…bring it on!

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Pie for Saturday supper

The other night I watched a great BBC program called Regulation of the Wartime Kitchen. It was about how brave and resourceful people made themselves a happy Christmas celebration in the bunkers under London in the typical Dunkirk Spirit, while bombs exploded over their heads.

Food was scarce and mostly everything was rationed. Typically, a week would bring one egg, 4oz of margarine, 4 slices of bacon, 2 oz butter and tea, 1oz of cheese and 8oz of sugar per person. The rest was grown, raised, traded for or hunted.
Beef, pork, turkey or ham was in very short supply and the 1944 Christmas table featured stuffed and roasted rabbits, boiled carrots, carrot cake and carrot fudge (made with grated carrots and gelatin).

Rabbit…roasted rabbit, rabbit stew, rabbit pie, rabbit fill in the blank… was a good, nutritious and common food.

Old habits stick around and, I believe even as the war ended, rations continued for some years to come. The 1952 Good Housekeeping’s Basic Cookery cookbook here at West Cottage has several lovely recipes for rabbit including this one for rabbit pie.

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It begins: “Unless the rabbit is very young and tender, it is best to stew it for 1 – 1.5 hours, before making it into a pie.”

Today I took some frozen shortcrust pastry, stewed steak, onions and peas. Rolled the crust out, wilted the onions in a bit of butter, added the peas and beef and made a no fuss steak and onion pie…and it was yummy.

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I love old and vintage cook books. Also love vintage gardening books and those Victorian household lady’s books (mostly written by men…lol), charming old children’s books, car books…OK, let’s face it, almost all kinds of old books, but mostly the gardening books. Do you collect or love to read old books? Which ones?

January 1st and the sun came out.

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There is an anticipation in a New Year’s morning. Will the sunrise be the start of a fulfilled promise from the night before?
High winds, leaden skies and bucketing rain for weeks on end and now…calm…sun!

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Walking down to the village the wind felt like a whisper. There is new birdsong in the hedges and, if you look really closely, you can see the tiny song in opaque white against a blue wash of sky.

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People are out in the lane; on horses, on pushbikes, walking, wishing everyone a good morning and happy New Year. Molly, just returned from a good field run, barks and calls me over for a pet.

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Anything’s possible on a New Year’s morning like this, in this lovely sunshine, in this little pink heart of mine.

I stood on the bridge and watched the reflecting blue and welcomed the new day…and I dangled there. Hanging in that moment, hanging like the birdsong in the hedge, like the aftertaste of harmony on still lips.

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Happy New Year everyone. Memories of 2012, a pick and mix from my personal files.

January 6th. Anyone ever heard of this: my Czech grandmother always insisted that Christmas decorations stay up till Jan. 6th, the feast of the three kings, the 12th day of Christmas. My British grandmother thought it was silly, but I loved my Czech grandma and have kept the tradition for ever.
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Binky at a year and half already!
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February brought a little snow on this sixth month of me owning my little house. Gave us a little winter wonderland for a day.
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Inside the house was sunny and warm.
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March and my cats stretching out in the sun. Here’s Morgan.
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And here’s Milo. Milo feels his job is holding us up so we don’t slip off the sofa.
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April and a new garden! Got out all my saved seeds and made a plan.
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April and my beautiful Chloe turned 20!!!
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A little easter egg fun with my oils. Bunches of blown eggs given as gifts to friends.
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May and a visit. Our beautiful Binky is such a sweet scamp.
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May brought university finals…Ugg
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June and Kerstie had a baby shower at home for her new baby to be. I missed the jackpot birth date lottery by one day!!!
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But then we have a new baby, a June baby, Isla Violet Gray, welcome to the world Bunny.
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June also brought a lovely trip to Quebec city.
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I loved my time away from cold Vancouver and in warm Quebec.
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July…saying happy anniversary to me owning my little house for one year. Also saying goodbye to my house and my children for a few months in England. That’s a floor to ceiling cork board in the kitchen, painted black and holding happy postcards to and from friends.
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July and August were a whirl of tea…
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silliness
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art, walks, time with my British cat Theo…
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and trips out to towns, castles, gardens and Blenheim palace.
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Beginning September and a necessary return to Vancouver. Time to tidy my British studio and collect my art and pack.
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September in Vancouver, missing England…naturally reorganised my closet!
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Chloe sporting the French ingénue look for her third year of uni. The fringe took a little getting used to.
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October brought stress and strife in my life but happily Kerstie came with our two babies and it was wonderful to be with all my girls.
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November and a nasty ex business. Court files all over the place and organisational stress, but my girls were there to lend support.
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Don’t know if I’ve told you about the time we drove C’s boyfriend Bryson to referee a hockey game and C tried to burn down the Olympic skating arena with a bag of popcorn in the cafeteria microwave. Yup, steel doors closing, three firetrucks, blaring alarms. (Can’t take us anywhere)
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Most of November I dedicated myself to meditative work to get over the stress and anxiety.
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Then one more look at the house and December 1st I was off to England,
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where I hung a great big bunch of mistletoe off my bedroom chandelier.
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Wow, it’s nice to look back. With all the stress I imagined in 2012, there was actually less stress and more lovely times than I remembered. I hope you all get a chance to look back and reflect on 2012. Here’s to a wonderful 2013 for us all!! Cheers everyone…to your health and happiness. Much, much love to you all. :)

The fourth day of Christmas, and a walk thru the fields.

Driving back from Oxford over the Thames, beside the Windrush and down to the village, you might be excused for thinking you’re in the Lake District instead of Oxfordshire!

Honestly rain! Enough already.

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There has been so much rain here that the two rivers are swollen and overflowing into the fields, across roads and, it is feared, thru houses in neighbouring Standlake village, which has the misfortune of having the Windrush flowing right beside the village.

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The fields are lakes and walking down the footpath is an adventure.

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Still, it isn’t anything like the summer of 2007 when the flood came into the dining room and, so far, West Cottage has been safe.

One wonderful thing is all that river silt will be deposited on the fields where it will be the best thing for future crops and meadows.

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And, this evening’s sunset, (red sky at night, Sheppard’s delight), holds a promise of dryer days. (I hope)

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Happy, happy Christmas to all of you my friends on this Christmas eve.

This Christmas eve I wish you a lovely hot bubble bath,
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Some peaceful time with your most treasured books,
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The best carols and brightest candles to light up the night,
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And most importantly, I wish you a heart full of happy, rich, magical moments with family and friends, as well as a warm, full belly on Christmas day.

Happy Christmas and much love to all of you, those I know and those who stop by, you’re all cared about and I think of you all as my friends :)

Here we come a-wassailing

Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green;
Here we come a-wand’ring
So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Off we marched Gill, Billy, Becky, Luke, Jamie, Steph and me down the road to the heart of the village and we gathered at Hankey’s snug little cottage by their open coal fire in the kitchen. Julie had spicy mulled wine and mincemeat tarts just out of the oven. Perfect to warm us up for the night’s adventure. We sang a rousing version of Deck the Halls and we were ready.

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Our wassail cup is made
Of the rosemary tree,
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

We were about twenty of us, our merry band of carolers, and off we went from door to door spreading cheer.
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We are not daily beggars
That beg from door to door;
But we are neighbours’ children,
Whom you have seen before.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Carrying lanterns, torches and song sheets, we trudged thru the lanes and puddles, opened gates and marched down driveways making our way around the village.
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Call up the butler of this house,
Put on his golden ring.
Let him bring us up a glass of beer,
And better we shall sing.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Everyone welcomed us and some sang along. A little tart here, a chocolate there, we were well set. Little Steph presented our charity pot to each homeowner and the change started to clink and jingle.
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We have got a little purse
Of stretching leather skin;
We want a little of your money
To line it well within.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

We sang requests, we sang what we wanted, and we left each home singing We Wish You a Merry Christmas.
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Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a mouldy cheese,
And some of your Christmas loaf.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

We ended up at Elizabeth and Michael’s Ferryman’s Farm for a rest and more yummies.

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God bless the master of this house
Likewise the mistress too,
And all the little children
That round the table go.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too;
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New Year.

And much figgy pudding and good cheer. :) Thought about, written and photographed for Northmoor but also for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, Surprise

Christmas round here…are you ready? Let’s do this!

Now let’s go.
First thing: drink lots of water, this is heavy work!
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Clean up the studio. You know you want to. And then maybe hang a little golden snowflake from your brushes so your precious tools feel the Christmas spirit.
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Been shopping at the castles and palaces? Me too! Better put the prezzies in a safe spot where they won’t be discovered by little elves.
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Now gather the troops.
The squirrels will help with the mantle.
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The bears can hang the stockings.
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And the mice can display the Christmas cards.
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All the hedgerow berries need are some little festive touches.
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And now! All attention on the tree.
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Off you go now and make it all lovely and shiny.

A silver morning in the meadow

Ran out yesterday morning before tea! I know, unheard of…but then look at what I found. The meadow, fields, pines and hedgerows have been touched by Jack Frost. Everything has taken on a lovely, spiky malevolence.

I love it.

I do! :)
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A soft December walk

Walking thru the gate into the fields this December afternoon into a soft and misty world.

Above me, a pigeon takes flight. Then five, then fifty.

The trill of their frantic wing beats cut thru the softness.

Then, the copse feels empty and the only sign of their passing are a few soft, downy feathers gently floating between the trees.

There’s a thin layer of silver over the puddles on the fields. The floods have subsided but the ground hasn’t managed to absorb all that water.

I crack thru the thin ice and squelch in the mud with my wellies.

I see two pheasants in the distance but they hear me and fly away. There’s no way to walk softly today.

Then, a familiar face; my village friend Mike with his new Labrador pup Molly. Molly and I just met but already love each other. There’s nothing in the world like the enthusiasm and affection of a new puppy. Mike and I hug and promise to see each other soon.

And then home for afternoon tea.