This morning the air brings a whole symphony of floral notes playing on the cool fresh air. It is as if I am smelling it in shades of pinks. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a cake. I say it is a photo of my lovely mum posing for a photoContinue reading “SPRING FORWARD”
Author Archives: Sue Finch
A POCKETFUL OF TYRE VALVE COVER THINGS
Alt Text says this week’s photo is a group of black plastic caps on a wood surface. I say it is a set of new thingummyjigs to cover the tyre pressure valves. I have decided to use these to replace the mismatched ones I have seen too many times in the last ten days. IContinue reading “A POCKETFUL OF TYRE VALVE COVER THINGS”
JELLY
This morning the air is fresh and carries a tint of laundry detergent. If alt text was offering a suggestion I think it would say this week’s photo is a picture of two people smiling. It is a selfie photo of Kath and I at the East Anglia Yarn Festival readying for Day 1. ThisContinue reading “JELLY”
WALKING WITH MY SHADOW
This morning the cat from across the road sings me three hellos while the air brings us gentle elements of spring. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a shadow of a person on a road. I say this is me out on the country lane walking with my shadow. I liked the length ofContinue reading “WALKING WITH MY SHADOW”
I DON’T KNOW
This morning the herring gulls are laughing and the air smells cleansed. I stand still in the moment and feel gratitude for last night’s Mary Chapin Carpenter concert and the clear starlit sky that ended the day. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person smiling with a scarf around their neck. I sayContinue reading “I DON’T KNOW”
STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA
This morning the rain brings a gentle dampness, and the air holds the scent of sap and twigs. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and my sister taking a selfie having learned that it is best if we both sit down. When we standContinue reading “STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA”
HOW DO
This morning the air carries the scent of young daffodils. I sense the raw potential of their bulbs and taut green leaves, and am reminded of a summer job many years ago. Riding on a farm machine with a conveyor belt that brought us the freshly ploughed bulbs for sorting was a job I hadContinue reading “HOW DO”
THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR CHERRY FONDANT FANCIES
Monday is Blog Day and my week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing. Here’s THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR CHERRY FONDANT FANCIES…
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
This morning the air wraps around me with its cold temperature and brings the smell of raw cake mix. It is the unbaked beginning of a day. Alt text says this week’s photo is, a red sign with a smiley face on top of a wood roof. I say it is a fence rather thanContinue reading “WHAT WAS I THINKING?”
TWELVESES
This morning the air carries the dull scent of newspaper print. This strikes me as a contrast to last night when it was stirred with the magic of wood smoke and incense. The moon, jacketed in clouds, has waned to 58%, and in hedgerows the birds are welcoming one another to the day. Alt textContinue reading “TWELVESES”
Sue Finch 