I have been doing things and this poor blog has been a bit neglected.Not a lot of painting or sketching has been done but I have been a bit more productive on my other blog here.
The little single rose on the front terrace has been smothered in flowers and last night before the light went I sat and fiddled with my pen and then a little bit of easy colour.
Christmas seems to be advancing rather fast and I have so much to do, have had people for lunch, not been home for various reasons, and so it all goes.
I am slowly getting stuff organised for Christmas presents, I always worry that my family think what I give them is not what they want, but its done with love and this year is all I can afford.
It is a pain getting older and poorer as well!
Dairy farming is not much fun and we had people out to talk about what we wanted in 10 years, well by then I will be 83, if I am still alive!, and as I explained of course we are going back wards financially, you are at the mercy of the grain and fodder people at one end and what the dairy companies want to pay you at the other.
Not to mention the weather. Several years of drought hasnt helped, great that the grain guys are having a good year but we have to feed cows all year around, and we get paid as little as possible for our product.
Often it doesnt break even.
Enough of my moaning, not so bad when you are young but we are getting older fast and it becomes a worry.
On a good note we had a lovely walk along the beach this morning and the roses in every garden are spectacular.
I am enjoying them while I can.
3 comments:
Beautiful sketch of your flowers, again, Penny! I think you could always make a living at emboidery pattern making!!! :)
P- delicate capture. B
Lovely sketch, Penny.
I often think that the farmers are being squeezed dry and then pushed out. But when all the farmers are gone, where will we find our food? All imported from other countries full of pesticides and such? Sad.
In our other home, we had an organic farmer living around the corner, and it was wonderful getting his produce. It tasted fabulous, and I knew I wasn't eating toxic chemicals. I also grew our own veg, too, in the back garden. Farmers feed families. Sometimes, people forget that.
Hugs
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