Stones. This morning the slightly warm wind carries the scent of seaside stones. I imagine it blew the smell in overnight when the gusts were strong, but it could be the stones on the paths. I have a love of glasses and cups, and often match the drinking vessel to my mood or a particularContinue reading “ONLY TIME”
Author Archives: Sue Finch
A MARMALADE SANDWICH WITH PADDINGTON
This morning the air has been blown to freshness by the strong winds, and I love alt text’s suggestion for this week’s photo: A person sitting on a bench with a bear and a cookie! When I heard that a Paddington Bear bench had been installed in Chester I was excited to go and seeContinue reading “A MARMALADE SANDWICH WITH PADDINGTON”
A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD
This morning the air surrounds me with the scent of a newly cooled fridge. There is a cleanness there that matches the sparkle of the three stars I can see in the sky. Alt text says this week’s picture is: a group of fruit stacked on top of a game board. I doff my capContinue reading “A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD”
BE MORE JAGUAR
This morning the air seems to hold the scent of violets. Like last week’s scent, I am unsure where this comes from, but I find myself noting it and enjoying the fact that I have been breathing the Monday morning air and noting its smell for 57 weeks. Last night brought immersion in words andContinue reading “BE MORE JAGUAR”
CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?
This morning the air brings the aroma of what I used to call mouldy mops. Mops that had been in a cleaning cupboard somewhere for too long. Stored away when damp and not aired. The grass is sodden and squelchy, and my body is still slightly tired from a weekend away at a yarn festival.Continue reading “CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?”
ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE
This morning the air is fresh after the rain. It carries the scent of green leaves. A cockerel, a distance away, crows in the morning while smaller birds sing for the new day in hedgerows nearby. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a caterpillar on a branch. It is. And I have been goingContinue reading “ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE”
ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER
This morning there is a tang of wood in the cool air. It is the kind of scent that might come from opening a little used cupboard door or how I imagine the very centre of a conker smells. Alt Text says this week’s photo is: fabric in the air. I say it is ‘AngelContinue reading “ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER”
ONION RINGS AND OTHER JOYFUL THINGS
This morning the wind stirs the leaves on the trees into an unsyncopated crisp rustle. The swirled air brings a cocktail of green scents. Two magpies hop and tap dance in the road before lifting their fans and becoming five. Alt text says this week’s photo is a picture of a person holding up twoContinue reading “ONION RINGS AND OTHER JOYFUL THINGS”
A NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH MONDAYS
This morning the air is drizzle misted and the first scent it brings is warmed tea rose. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed toy in the air. I say it is the photo from September on the calendar showing Ronnie jumping for joy and the sky is blue through the clouds. ItContinue reading “A NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH MONDAYS”
LET THE SPARKLE SHINE
This morning the air feels fresh and cool. I hunt for a hint of scent, but am instead drawn to the moon screen-printed in milky white on blue sky. As I enjoy the pull of the moon and remember it has been elusive under cloud recently I can still detect no particular hint of herbContinue reading “LET THE SPARKLE SHINE”
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