This morning the air brings gentle hints of autumn. It holds coolness and damp. The seasons are shifting. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a display of knitted clothes. I say it is, and that it is me in front of some of Kath’s designs at Wonderwool Wales.Continue reading “BETTER TO BE BORN LUCKY THAN RICH”
Author Archives: Sue Finch
LOOKING FOR A SIGN
This morning the ground is damp, and the birds are singing unhurried songs. The air is fresh and floral; a light mixture of flowers and grass. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed animal in the air, and indeed it is. It is a blurred Ronnie jumping for joy by a bridge inContinue reading “LOOKING FOR A SIGN”
LOGANBERRIES
This morning the air smells of minty toothpaste and traffic. It has elements of autumnal coolness in it as the sun begins to establish itself in the sky. Alt text is not available to offer a suggestion for this week’s photo content. I say it is Ronnie having a photo shoot with some hotel curtains asContinue reading “LOGANBERRIES”
IT’S TIN, IT’S POTTERY, IT’S PEARL
This morning the warm air brings the scent of coffee underscored by rich dark chocolate. I stand still to linger in the moment and breathe deeply. Alt text says this week’s photo is of a stuffed animal in a bush of yellow flowers. I say it is Ronnie ‘pre-cataracts’ ignoring the fact that there areContinue reading “IT’S TIN, IT’S POTTERY, IT’S PEARL”
HUMANNESS
This morning the ground has been dampened by rain for the first time in ages and the air is all roses and rosemary. Alt text says this week’s image is a colourful background with words. I say it is a page from a carousel created by Maxine Bell for The Association of Business Poets. IContinue reading “HUMANNESS”
POEMS TO MATCH A TEATOWEL
This morning I have to wait for the cool breeze to blow towards me. When it does it brings rosemary and grass. Before that the first scent hanging in the air is curry powder and spices, and I remember clearing the out-of-date jars and stacking them in the recycling box by the front door. AtContinue reading “POEMS TO MATCH A TEATOWEL”
CRUSHED LOVE HEARTS
This morning a cool breeze feels like a refreshing contrast after a super-hot weekend. It brings with it only the smell of smoke. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person taking a selfie. It is indeed and it is me taking a selfie in front of part of Kath’s stand at Wolverhampton Racecourse.Continue reading “CRUSHED LOVE HEARTS”
A BANDSTAND HAT TRICK FOR A SKYLARKER
This morning the air smells of summer. It is warm and brings fuchsia and clover. It is the kind of air that hugs you as you step outside. Alt text says this week’s photo is of a person standing in front of a microphone. And it is. My gratitude to Neil Henderson for capturing thisContinue reading “A BANDSTAND HAT TRICK FOR A SKYLARKER”
FINDING THE BREEZE
This morning the birds are offering a range of gentle sounds and the air brings the scent of clover and warmed beach stones. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie, and indeed it is. It is Kath and I settling into our seats aboard The Waverley Paddle Steamer. I thinkContinue reading “FINDING THE BREEZE”
A SLIGHTLY BLURRED MIDSUMMER RONNIE
This morning the air is already warm. It carries strong floral notes and the scent of someone’s freshly brewed coffee. Alt text says this week’s photo is a small animal in the sky. I say it is Ronnie jumping for joy with a pompom crown. Midsummer seemed to creep up on me this year andContinue reading “A SLIGHTLY BLURRED MIDSUMMER RONNIE”
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