A Guide to Freestyle or Things to Do in Spring

These are days of a five kilometre radius but this collage of silver fish, helichrysium setting out to bloom, moths, larks and guide to freestyle all fall within my parameters of possibilities. The Mini? Wheels within wheels. 
 

Such a Ring of Spring -A Winkler in Bovine Time

 Frank Winkler has odd times been accused of Muck Raking but categorically denies this saying a Hoe is No Rake, and declares he is an example par excellence of the Hoe’s Progress. Notwithstanding, in his latest pursuit he is in fact up to his knees in Bovung, is a dung that rings a bell in his upstairs department.  Frank believes Bovung to be the source of Botox, and if only he can get can to the bottom of the supply chain, there will be no bags under his eyes. Is he being led by the nose by an undisclosed party who has cultivated this notion?  Is  it sensible to de-wrinkle a Winkler? 

Sand-Glasses and Glacial Paste-Ups

The patent lack of travel of this last and present year, or what might be a single year that for a moment pretended to be two, mean that for new vistas, and strange perspectives of mountain passes and glacial moraines, need to be a DIY job. Voila, here I’ve made a stay-cation in the Mountains with a side of sands of time glasses. Somewhere in here there is poem lurking. 
 

Flying Saucerer - Farmhand Fables

While Bart Brassica is basically in the Sloth of Despondency, as Granny Eggwhistle has it, Frank Winkler has had Carter’s Blanch, and has taken up spruiking that he has mastered the Flying Saucer, otherwise known as the Cymling Squash, once cultivated by none other than Thomas Jefferson, a detail Frank Winkler adds to create an aura of veracity.  Mavis says Winkler has confounded levity with levitation, and Gesticulation will get him nowhere.  It must said the squash in question is as beautiful as a cloud. 
 

Postcard Landscapes’ Serendipitous Continuities

 

September has arrived in Sydney with a waft of jasmine and blue skies, I’ve  been making postcards to send out to my Loved Ones -though that evokes Evelyn Waugh’s excellent novel so the  expression is inevitably ironic.  Watercolour postcards are not in any way sensible - being prone to leaky letter boxes and rain-damp transfers but what is not ephemera?  That these two make something like a discontinuous pair, like odd socks at the back of the drawer suits the subject. 

Hill of Enzymatic Content and Parboiled Days

 Parboiled days are upon us in Lambertville, and Bart Brassica is indoors moping melancholically with Mr Elli Fun - or Elli NoFun as Mavis Eggwhistle has christened him,  and so the farm work is in a state of disarray, the beans having been picked so late they are partially cooked. The stalwart Mr Farmhand has hoed to, and having made what Granny Egg calls a Bean-Line, to salvage a mass of giant Borlotti Beans.  Mr Farmhand has been shovelling so long that the grass has grown up around his bean pile, and while he periodically shouts - Borlotti, Borlotti,  hoping to get Bart Brassica to do something, Bart has only mumbled to Mr Elli Fun, that he never buys a lot of anything, regarding the shouts as a tinker’s cusses, if that can be rightly pluralised.

Mavis Eggwhistle, mindful of an outbreak of ground gas,  has stayed put in Whistle Stoppe Florist.  

Morning light, a Vase ; Zurg looks on in wonder

Why is the play of morning light so often surprising?  A vintage vase from Lifeline, getting on in years, here shows its spheric form more particularly, the differential softened two-tone shadow, the double dose of different whites, an offset of branches from trees acting like landscape, and then Zurg, the by-stander, standing by. 

Prevailing Sands; An Escher-esque problem of ups and downs.

When the wind blows from the north east, you get an elevated start on north side of these double sided stairs, but by the law of payback, what silica can do for you, it can subtract later. Still there is a pleasing hidden symmetry and what the wind blows in will blow away.
 

Manifestly Doing the Job

 It is hard of late to get things done correctly and for them to stay done, but here this Cabinet is so Manifestly Manifested itself as to be a paragon of  Purpose and Resolve.  The letter box to the right may be for the Cabinet’s fan mail, and is, I suspect, the only Cabinet in Australia that is manifestly fulfilling its role. 

Bart Brassica and the Treacle Down Effect

For days, nay, over a week now Bart has been trying to speak to this Elefunt, Bart believes the Elefunt exists in a different time scale and due to viscose nature of time, it going so very slowly in Lockdown then suddenly being gone, which Bart calls The Treacle Down Effect, he thinks that it is only the very slow, glacially paced speech of the Elefunt that makes communication with him impractical and by dint of  patient listening Bart will overcome this. That Bart’s hearing is what  Mavis Eggwhistle calls Impartial, which he takes as a compliment is not irrelevant in this pursuit.