Summer haiku

Finally we are having some glorious, hot sunny weather, without a cloud in the sky, an unheard-of heatwave, and brown lawns! We in England all welcome the fine weather and hope it stays till we fly to the States!

A few days ago, Dad and I were sitting at our table under the umbrella in the back garden, writing and reading. Dad was reading the London Review of Books and I was writing a fairytale called ‘The Blue Rose’. We had our notebook out, mainly used for shopping lists, and Dad decided to capture the summer glory with a haiku. Here is our haiku exchange for July 2013; maybe we’ll do more. Dad writes first, then I do, back and forth.

Dad:

White philadelphus
Apricot rose, pink foxglove
Mum in mint-green pants

Isobel:

Towering foxgloves
Swaying in the sultry breeze
Birdsong in the air

Dad:

A hush in the breeze
Pigeon sits, unflappable
Nightgown on the line

Isobel:

Canterbury Bells
Like spectacular trumpets
Peachy roses sway

Dad:

Alium flower
Buckyball world out of joint
Geodesic doom

Isobel:

Shade kisses sunlight
Daddy’s watch ticks time away
Ticks summer away

Dad:

A starling’s scolding
A lawn-mower is grumbling
A girl is writing

Isobel:

Bees drinking pollen
Dad reading the newspaper
The sun is setting

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Debut

Hello! This is Noctuelle, the night moth, last of the family to blog here.

A while ago, I auditioned for a play called Sophie, and in case you were wondering, I was auditioning for the part of 9-year-old Sophie. There were about 20 kids auditioning, I think. And I got the part! Of sassy, precocious and funny Sophie. There were actually only four parts to the play: Sophie, an adult Sophie, my mother, and adult Sophie’s sister Bethany (there’s also a ‘Male Presence,’ but he doesn’t say anything). I was the only young person in the play: the other girls were about 17 at the youngest.

the program

the cast of “Sophie”

I also got a part in another play, though it was small – I was a beggar girl in The House of Bernarda Alba, which I think will be familiar to those who read this: it is by Lorca.

Frederico Garcia Lorca

I really enjoyed the experience and working with older actresses. (By the way, these plays were part of a ‘women’s plays’ season at Playbox, so it was all girls, which was good!) They were all talented and, luckily (!), very nice to me! It was really fun to be in my first real play, because school plays don’t count and in those all I’ve been is the Narrator.

Backstage during “The House of Bernarda Alba”

Anyway, I enjoyed it and I think I did well. Lots of people I knew came to the second performance (which scared me out of my wits) but actually I am glad they came to that one and not the first because then I missed a line and I think I did better in the second one overall.

I had barely finished these productions when it was time for auditions for the annual school play. This year we are putting on The Wizard of Oz and I auditioned for the Wicked Witch of the West because isn’t that the most fun?! And lo and behold, I have that part! (Mrs. Belmega said I scared her to death.) So three plays in a row, which is enough for now.