Third February Blog (26-2-18)

Third February Blog.

Photographic Notes.

Pictures of cats, all types, all ages,
Leaping off the proverbially pages.
Perhaps I should say the T.V. Screen,
A saver of sorts, there to be seen.
There are colours galore from red to grey,
To watch whilst eating finner of the day.
Teeny tiny kitties, quite young, come along
With crimped up ears and a mewling song.
Teenager kittens, spritely, quite fun,
Things to be doing, things they have done.
Sleepy kits now, their eyes half shut,
Needing to kip, – of games – had their glut.
Stately pussy cats, staring quite hard
At something unseen or out in the yard.
Stripey and spotty, plain colours too
Staring or sleeping, as cats often do.
These are the treasures I always enjoy,
A girl cat for you, or a cute little boy.
All of them pretty and furry to boot,
Cuddly, treasured – like Cap’n Flint’s loot.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. February, 2018.

I had intended to write a blog but I suddenly became much worse in health. Was sent to hospital where I was kept in for a few days, two of them on various drips. Then return to two out-patients appointments. I have another of these tomorrow.

My issues are somewhat less painful now, but not gone. I have further appointments, but not as soon perhaps, as the Consultant wanted. Such is life.

Snow has visited parts of England today, including the area I live in. The falls wer not a lot ( light flakes, mostly, and not for very long, but more than one fall). Somewhat late in our wintertime, I feel, and very cold ( for us). But when the snow had ceased falling, there has been beautiful sunshine making the area look like summer, but oh, so cold.

I am posting a quick gel pen sketch with this short blog that I did today. Goes with the poem, at the very least.

So will take my leave now and wish you all the best. And please take care out there in the world.


This entry was posted on February 26, 2018. 2 Comments

Second February Blog.

Second February Blog. (14-2-18)


Such is the way the world turns,
And the way the winds blow strong,
The way we live our lives,
The way we journey along.
As youngsters, we think little of it,
How our life began, what did it mean?
Even into our twenties,
Or thirties, we still had our dreams.
But time is a changer of all things,
Hardly noticing time passing by,
We work or we play, as the world turns,
With little perception of why.
It is only as fifties and onwards
Creep up and go past with a flash,
We see that our lives have departed
And at seventies or eighties we crash.
If only we realised a bit sooner,
How life was a swift swirling flame,
How simple would be our decisions,
To change what we could, or the game.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. February, 2018.

My last blog spoke of men doing shopping. I wish to carry on a theme, somewhat. A Sunday visit to a coffee house. Upstairs, near a plate glass window, coffee beside me, watching the cars in the car park below.

It reminded me of an ant colony, busy, busy, busy. Cars coming in, cars going out. Cars shunting to and fro in the parking spaces. Straight lines, curvy shunts, all over the full shopping park.

In, out, backwards, forwards, and I got to thinking… did it all come to this? When did shopping on a Sunday….become ‘the norm’?

Back in the day, there was no Sunday Opening. People fought to have one day off a week to recouperate from hard work. Eventually it was granted, here and there at first, so that workers could go to Church, ostensibly. But of course, there was time left over to enjoy the family, play football etc.

A long time later. Newspaper shops were allowed to open for a short time on a Sunday morning to deliver papers. Then close.

I remember these times so well. I was a little girl and mum and dad used to take me for a walk. We passed various places down one road, one place that once was a bit of a farm, (they raised chickens/geese etc. after World War Two ended. I remember going in there to choose a bird for Christmas.) However, back to the walk which was about a two mile journey one way. Of course, we walked back again. Bit of exercise, not much traffic, a nice little outing.

Then (I have no clue as to the date)it seems in my mind, that shops started opening on Sunday, and it is like a Tsunami of shoppers now. O.K., on occasion, I can be one of them.

But it seems to me we, as a people, have lost something in the change. A certain silence, an amount of peacefulness. Our children have lost the wonder of seeing things they would not see in their everyday life, going to school, horses and so on.

Yes, some are taken out to MacDonalds or Burger King, but personally, I hardly think this is the same thing.

So picture a load of ants rushing to and fro, carrying leave, grass, whatever, hurrying back to the nest and out again, seemingly almost without purpose. Yet, I suppose there is purpose to their mad rushing to and fro.

It was just a thought.

Be safe out there.


First February Blog

First February Blog.

Strange how thoughts come to you in the most unexpected places!

I was sitting in my daughter’s car outside Tescos and, having nothing better to do, I began observing the customers going in and out of the building. It was a Sunday so, though not a heaving mass, many people were doing shopping.

Then it dawned on me, engaged my brain if you will, that there were a lot more men than women entering or leaving the store.. In my younger days, you rarely saw a man doing shopping. It was nearl all women, many accompanied by one or more children.

This was the norm. Men worked, women shopped, looked after house and children then knitted etc.

Not so any more.

I saw heaped trollys being pushed out of the store by…….men. Men on their own. Men without children or women. And I wondered just when this change took place? Stealthily or all at some crucial point! Personally, I think it has happened over a long space of time ( but I could be wrong).

These days you expect some men to be with children at the weekend, those that are apart from their wives or partners. And I suppose some of the guys may have gay partners. But there seemed to be so many men going in or coming out alone, that I guess, for one reason or another, some men are just ….. on their own. Which is a sad tale. Not just for men as a rule, but in this particular case.

So what I am getting at is a role reversal, or so it would seem. Perhaps it was a case of wrong place, wrong time? I just do not know. It sermed such a strange happenstance to me.

Take care iut in this big old world of ours.



This entry was posted on February 8, 2018. 4 Comments

First January 2018, Blog

First January, 2018, Blog.

Ancient and Modern Winters.

These islands have weather
As strange as can be,
Sunshine, snow showers,
Heavy rain, wind, wild and free.
Not the bad storms
When ice and snow would last,
Not in my time nor
In centuries long past.
And wolves prowled forests,
Deep snow drifts piled high,
Muddy horse tracks, wet
And slippy under dark sky.
‘Tis said, we are warmer,
With towns, homes, all aglow,
Warmth in most buildings
And traffic, to and fro.
Heat from cities gets
Pumped into the air,
How the old citizens
Would love to share.
So now we look forward,
Past January and Feb.,
Daffodyls, song birds
And spider-built web,
On to the spring
With much longer days,
A great deal more sunshine
And warm weather praise.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. January, 2018.

Halfway through the month, so my apologies.

The last few weeks have visited illness upon me. Like so many others on these Facebook pages.

I took advantage of a Flu jab quite early on, last autumn. Did it do me any good? Not sure because I have no idea quite if that is what I have had these last few weeks. Certainly nothing I have suffered through December ‘17 and January ‘18 has followed a once normal course of infectious chest events.

Sore throats that stayed just, sore throats. Never moving down onto my chest. Strange!

I did write more on the subject of my health but have decided that that would be a boring subject for most of you. So with that in mind, here we go.

This time of year, many are beginning a course of dieting and possibly exercising to lose some Holiday weight. Or, like myself, need to lose some of the collected weight that I lost about three yeats ago – difficult for a Diabetic, even more difficult for an elderly person who is also Diabetic.
We need to keep our weight down, if possible but even less easy to achieve, (if dieting could ever be thought of as an easy weight-losing device).

Many of us, expecially the ladies, are a tad overweight. Surveys suggest that more and more people now are obese, which can lead to future health problems.

In many cases (and partly, as I believe) this could be put down to fast food outlets where food preparation contains many products which, if eaten often, can produce weight gain. Also, I believe we, as a Nation, have become lazy in preparation of home made healthy meals, or work in jobs that take up a larger amount of time, so prep. time can be very short.

I have been watching a few t.v. programmes on this subject where a few people are given special diets and are checked for weight loss at the end of a period of. In one programme, two people (often friends or related) are given different diets (named diets) to see if they lose weight by sticking to the diet. Those I saw recently did, over time, lose weight. Each couple and each of the pair have a different diet. Some I have not heard of (but that may be just me not being well informed.

In other previous, different programmes, it was sort of proved that some peoples’ DNA controls whether they can lose weight or not on different diets. Their metabolism is controlled by their DNA. It was a three group trial and gave results to that effect.

However, I think that one has to have a deep purpose to lose weight. Mine was not weight loss at first but needing to drop my blood sugars. It was a strict regime of cutting out carbs.. As a Diabetic, the blood sugars had to be brought under control (I had not realised they were bad). This eating pattern, over a few months, not only reduced my blood sugar levels but gave me a bonus of significantly dropping my weight.

Once my sugars were under control, I carried on with the diet for a few more months before going back to a more sizeable set of meals. Sadly, over a couple of years, the weight increased again. I am still lower than when I originally started ‘dieting’ (this often happens with Diabetics) but much bigger than I would like to be.

So I am looking towards lowering the fat without messing with the blood sugars! Not such an easy task, the older I get. Whether or not this will happen is anybody’s guess.

Thank you for reading this Blog. Hope it is to your satisfaction this time.

Best Wishes for the New Year, 2018, and be safe out there in this big old world.



Just When You Thought I’d Gone Forever!

Lovely blog Gail. It will turn out well, eventually

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Gosh! To say I haven’t been around is blatantly stating the flipping obvious. In fact, I wasn’t sure WordPress would let me back in. I had to enter all my details again – after I’d hunted down the notebook that I keep all the details in! Yes, I know, I should assign them to memory. Fat chance equalled only by no chance. So, I hear you ask (well, I can hear one person ask – possibly) I’ve been to the wood.

Shortly before I  departed I told you that I’d bought a couple of acres of traumatised woodland? Very old, neglected, partly rotten, woodland? Yes? Good. Well, that’s where I’ve been mainly. Couldn’t possibly divulge other activities.

The wood, named Griddies Copse (grand kiddies = griddies) seemed like an instant joy back in May when we became legal owners of said wood. Unfortunately we also became the legal owners of…

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Second November Blog.

Second November Blog.

Wintering Northerly.

In this land, closer to
The Arctic Circle than
Many realise, winter is
A dark and gloomy affair.
The clock beats down
As the days wear on,
Cold blasts attack
More northerly climes
Like the Moors and
Scotland, Highlands,
Lowlands, watery Islands.
Snow comes most winters
In northern parts, often
Staying for weeks. It is
Milder further south,
Still colder than spring
Or autumnal days.
Yet snow down south
Is now a rare visitor.
When it comes,
It is swift, sharp, icy.
Then fast melts, only tp
Disappear. Frosty mornings
Hang on dewdrop blades,
Shiny grass and sparkling
Webs decked with diamond
Beads, Nature’s patterns
Seen at such times.
Mid-winter brings dark days,
But a seasonal holiday
Blesses all with light
And joy, gifts for the
Rich of heart with
Graceful happiness.
Happy Season’s Tidings to All.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. November 2017.

November runs away fast and furious, heading into December, racing towards the Christmas Holiday Season. For some it is the birth of the Christian religion, for others it is a Thanksgiving for the bountiful summer gone, its produce safely gathered and stored.

For others joy, looking forward to seeing family and friends gathering in the spirit of the holiday season, laughter and happiness, gifts, and food special to the season in our northerly climes.

We might think of those alone, hoping that kind people will visit them during the Holiday, give them the feeling of worth. Then there are those who have nothing. Almost Victorian, these days. Think kindly of those too.

My year, my autumn, has been fraught but, for the time being, I look forward to being warm and comfortable this Season. And perhaps a better year in 2018.

Happy Seasons Greetings and Good Luck for the New Year thereafter.

Be safe out in this wide world.



First October Blog

First (and probably the last for the month of October), October Blog.

It seems a very, very long time since I posted a blog. Perhaps too long? And my apologies for being so tardy. Lots of things taking my time and that I have little or no control over.

My time has been eaten up by mundane affairs. Mundane and extremely stressful happenings.

Some of this has been virtually completed, apart, of course, from the problems in the aftermath, as there generally are. Why would there not be problems? Ahhh! Such is the way of life.

That apart, I have recently been delving into an art medium that goes under the general name of ‘water soluble wax pastels’. There are three makes that I know of, so far. There are very probably more.

The gem product is made by Caran D’Ache and goes by the name of Neocolour 11. They work like wax crayons, you can colour in with them or draw with them. The beauty is that add some water, via a brush (I have even used ‘folded to a point’ kitchen towel) and they act like watercolour paint. You really do not need loads of water.

In fact, I dip my brush in water and wipe most off with a hand held piece of kitchen towel or something of the sort, or a piece of clean rag, before I wet the crayoning on my paper. One can even have a drawn design or plain paper, apply your brush to whichever crayon colour you prefer. The brush will pick up the colour and transfer it onto your paper.

The cheaper brands, like Reeves or Artists Loft (from Hobbycraft) are good for children to use, so it is said. The Artists Loft, being fatter, easier for children to hold maybe, and cheap enough at £7.00 for a pack of 24 colours.

The use also depends on what kind of paper you use. Watercolour paper of course but I found that the rough paper is better in that the water is taken up better. I also tried Bockingford Aquarelle but the paper buckled and also sucked up the water which made it very hard to blend these wax soluble wax pastels.

It is a learning curve, using all mediums. If you are interested, do try. The learning is enjoyable.

Be happy, and careful out in the world.


This entry was posted on October 26, 2017. 10 Comments