Jim Magill was born in Northern Ireland in 1902 and passed in Toronto in 1954. He was a radio fiddler on Toronto’s CFRB between 11946 and 1954. He also played for square dances in Toronto with the Northern Ramblers.
Here’s the Calgary Breakdown.
And finally, here he is doing a version of The Texas Quickstep. In old time circles, I think this tune is perhaps more widely known as Rachel.
I wish our first ripe tomato of the year was one of the beautiful large specimens growing on some of our 5 plants. In fact the great tomato harvest of 2017 has begun modestly.
I’m not complaining. After years of being convinced we couldn’t grow tomatoes on our shady property, I’m thrilled we’re going to have a good crop. With the old barberry hedge on the south side of our place down, it’s opened up a reasonably sunny area in our front garden where we’ve got 5 plants growing in containers.
This little tomato was tiny but it was super-tasty and there are dozens more on the plant it came from.
I expect some of the bigger tomatoes will begin to ripen over the next week or two. Our plants are holding a couple hundred tomatoes of various sizes, and I can’t wait!
Summer Days, 2017 acrylic on masonite
Here’s a new painting fresh from the studio. This one is about 48 cm tall (19″). It’s called Summer Days.
I’m still working on new paintings for my October exhibition at Yumart, here in Toronto.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Canadian fiddle music, in case you haven’t guessed. Here’s a fantastic fiddler, Patti Kusturok, from her Patti Kusturok’s 365 days of Fiddle playing Calvin Vollrath and Trent Bruner’s Winner in Wintapeg.
I love these pictures Tuffy P shot in Buffalo of a miniature mossy world at Garden Walk Buffalo.
These folks started their garden in 2004. They made all the objects and buildings themselves and they continue to add moss. The trees are cuttings from their own holly, boxwood and cypress. They have a misting system in place to keep the moss moist. There is a hidden reservoir for the water for the pond and stream.
This garden has no human figures, giving the viewed the opportunity to imagine themselves in the miniature world.
It’s Tuffy P. on this post
July – the last weekend. We headed to Buffalo – early. Gardens, over 400 open free to the world at 10am. Two hot days. Welcomed inside homes newly purchased, welcomed in yards not even mapped. Stood beneath the oldest tree in the state, ‘grow old together’ painted on the walk beneath the tree. Looked inside the eyes of giant dahlias, stood beneath the monster sunflowers. Humbled to find so many towers of lilies. The bowed weight of their sweet, so sweet scent hanging in the hot afternoon sun. Into so many of the Grassroots Gardens – the community gardens – the soul of the city. Offered mulberries hot from the tree, and cherry tomatoes – and asked, did we see the chickens – yet?
Backyards from the 1800’s – lined with pavers of the original sidewalks of the city. The grape vines of 40 years found broken by and rejuvenated by new owners. Into the backyards. The pink house with a welcoming side and narrow back garden- nested behind another house – was once a trapper’s cabin. And in another back garden – the bench – set in front of a misted, miniature world. The lady that sat at that bench for a long, long time – looking at the world re-built from moss and small plants from the garden. The invitation to imagine yourself in a small world, for as long as you’d like.
Bees. Lots and lots.
Between 2 roads – Shakespeare’s garden complete with flowers and verse. Stay awhile and talk. And then time to move on, we can’t stop yet.
Here’s some tunes by Andy DeJarlis, the great Métis fiddler from Manitoba. He was born in 1914 and passed in 1975. DeJarlis was known on Winnipeg Radio for performances with The Red River Mates. Later he lived in Vancouver and in Montreal and performed on Don Messer’s Jubilee as Andy DeJarlis and the Early Settlers.
The Red River Jig
The Surveyor’s Reel
and one more for good measure, The Caribou Reel…
Here’s another from Mac Beattie and his Ottawa Valley Melodiers…
White had a fantastic territory on the bottom left but trouble was brewing above. I poked at his large centre group and exposed the heartbreaking false eye in the middle of the shape. With just one eye, the whole group collapsed and White resigned the game.