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Farmer John’s April 2012 Blog

Farmer John’s April 2012 Blog

16 Apr 2012

I have been impressed by the long queues of people outside the Royal Academy waiting to view David Hockney’s exhibition.

I have been impressed by the long queues of people outside the Royal Academy waiting to view David Hockney’s exhibition. His work has been well publicised and features huge canvasses with over emphasised, vivid colours to create pictures of the countryside in the different seasons. In one section he has used nine video cameras on a short journey through a simple tree lined path. He captures the enormous changes by shooting in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The colour and life inside the gallery must have been a huge contrast to those who patiently waited outside, on the streets of an often grey London. Driving up Scratchface Lane today there are the beautiful fine woodland grasses, primroses, violets, wood anemones and the odd bluebell. The leaves on the hedges are just emerging while cherry blossom falls like snow, and it wasn’t even there yesterday. Cock pheasants fight for hours in the middle of the road, while hares, squirrels, buzzards and the occasional deer are always around. So too, are our lambs, gambolling for the sheer joy of being alive, and not always in the field. We have a student on work placement for 4 weeks. She has to do an assignment in which one of her tasks is to evaluate the role of the manager in the work environment. I didn’t know this when she joined me in the pickup for the first time. Casually I mentioned that if at any time she was in fear of her life because I was taking in the wonders of the countryside she was to shout loudly to avert disaster!
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies 1871 – 1940