I wed one Rose Garden

And there is a rose

Called Remembrance

If it dies

I shall have to try to replace it

Because it makes me

Ponder

Old Soldiers

And the Charleston Rose

My Father

I suppose I should away to Spray

A Painting a Day

I actually have two.

What a Wonderful Day

Bob the Builder came to work

And I swam one hundred lengths

Of a nine and a half metre pool

I had Art Class

Free

With the beautiful Sandra

And saw Netta's Garden

Jared enjoyed the Bach

And Santa is able to Holiday!

And I've found this photo and Sleepy Nikki among my pictures.

Alas it is no Mystery

But the kind work of Sue

It was a Very Special Christmas

I made Peace with my Brothers
And we had lots of lovely visitors
And caught up with Peters relatives.

Can someone tell me why so many of the Weak and Meek feel Suicidal at Christmas?

I've forgotten the lovely person that gave me the Irises even before I have planted them. They have inadvertently been Tortured and will take a long time to recover. It is not good management I admit. So I shall hence name it "Crucifixion Iris"...

To New Beginnings

I wonder
If Art
Is so valuable
And the Magic
Of Freedom of Expression
Such a valuable Resource
Could we not
Offer Artists a Stipend
I cannot Alas
Save the World Alone
But it seems to me
That because
We value
Our Artists so Highly
When they die
That it would only be Rational
To Protect them
While they are alive
And what Artist
Wouldn't Wish
For That
If we afforded them
The Dignity
Of a Stipend
The Art World
Would be reaching for the Stars
And plucking them
From the Heavens



To New Beginnings