JUST STARTING. I HAVE ABOUT 15 HYDRANGEAS OF DIFFERENT KINDS INCLUDING THE OAK LEAF, AND THE TRAILING VARIETY THAT IS STILL SLOW TO GROW. AS YOU KNOW, THEY ARE SUMMER BLOOMERS.
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Sunday, June 19, 2016
Creative Spot by Indra Anandasabapathy
Friday, June 17, 2016
Creative Spot by Srianee (Bunter) Fernando
Srianee had sent this e-mail along with one of her paintings.
Dear Lucky,
I hope all is well with you and your family. I am sending you my contribution to the Blog, which is one of the reasons that I have been so "Silent" on the Blog. When I returned to Connecticut from Sri Lanka at the end of March, it occurred to me that I had been talking about getting back to my painting for a couple of years, but had done nothing about it. It was high time to do something about it. But, before I could get started I needed to get my space organized in my new home, which took a little time, but I finally produced something. The good news is that I have a few more ideas!
I am calling this "The Verandah." It is a tribute to the verandah of our old house at No: 5 Rockwood Place, just over the wall from The Bloemfontein. I think some of my Medical College classmates may remember the house. Some came over to take showers, before going to lectures, after a night of observing people with head injuries at the General Hospital. The house had to be taken down to make way for a more modern apartment building, which we are enjoying at the moment. My family had mixed feelings about that decision, because we were fond of the house, but it was time...
We enjoyed many conversations and a several cups of tea sitting here. Occasionally, during my visits from the U.S., I managed to sneak in a nap on a warm afternoon. It was a very relaxing place.
Warm regards to you and Mangala,
Srianee
(I have Srianee's consent to publish the e-mail as well).
Dear Lucky,
I hope all is well with you and your family. I am sending you my contribution to the Blog, which is one of the reasons that I have been so "Silent" on the Blog. When I returned to Connecticut from Sri Lanka at the end of March, it occurred to me that I had been talking about getting back to my painting for a couple of years, but had done nothing about it. It was high time to do something about it. But, before I could get started I needed to get my space organized in my new home, which took a little time, but I finally produced something. The good news is that I have a few more ideas!
I am calling this "The Verandah." It is a tribute to the verandah of our old house at No: 5 Rockwood Place, just over the wall from The Bloemfontein. I think some of my Medical College classmates may remember the house. Some came over to take showers, before going to lectures, after a night of observing people with head injuries at the General Hospital. The house had to be taken down to make way for a more modern apartment building, which we are enjoying at the moment. My family had mixed feelings about that decision, because we were fond of the house, but it was time...
We enjoyed many conversations and a several cups of tea sitting here. Occasionally, during my visits from the U.S., I managed to sneak in a nap on a warm afternoon. It was a very relaxing place.
Warm regards to you and Mangala,
Srianee
(I have Srianee's consent to publish the e-mail as well).
Creative Spot by Mahendra Gonsalkorale
Refugee Child
Where are we going
It is so tight here
Where is my father
It is so dark here
I am hungry
I am thirsty
Who are all these strange people
I want to go home
Why is that man carrying a gun
Where is my doll
I want to go home
I am so scared
Creative Spot by Mahendra Gonsalkorale
Where are we going
It is so tight here
Where is my father
It is so dark here
I am hungry
I am thirsty
Who are all these strange people
I want to go home
Why is that man carrying a gun
Where is my doll
I want to go home
I am so scared
Creative Spot by Mahendra Gonsalkorale
Where are we going
It is so tight here
Where is my father
It is so dark here
I am hungry
I am thirsty
Who are all these strange people
I want to go home
Why is that man carrying a gun
Where is my doll
I want to go home
I am so scared
Monday, June 13, 2016
Creative Spot by Zita Perera Subasinghe
(Obviously Pain is hurt and I had this painful parting for
a painless future!)
OH! So now you want to blame me
Bold, proud, ungrateful upstart!
Who advised you, to cut the knee
Would be a move wise and smart?
You were weak and easily fell
For the advice of a smart team
The repercussions, who could tell?
Golden chance it did seem
Doctor gave me marching orders
‘Don’t dare come anywhere near!’
You slept hours and hours for starters
I was banished by threats and fear
Tablets to truly knock me out
Poured freely down your gullet
Mostly to maim poor Pain’s clout
They taste so bitter to the palette
I was hungry, cold with chills
No one to keep me company
Except some nasty tasting pills
For which I wouldn’t pay a penny
For many years I gave you warning
First it was your appendix
And when Gall Bladder was yawning
I saved you from its clever tricks
How about when baby was due
When of time you had no measure?
T’was I that gave you the clue
‘Call midwife to deliver the treasure!’
Remember I gave you good excuse
To keep away from nasty work
I was the complete valid ruse
To give you needed rest and perk
Enough is enough! I’ll go with grace
I won’t ever be able to save you
When your tears pour down the face
You’ll be glad of what Pain gave you!
Sent by Zita Perera Subasinghe
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