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”
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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”
PONDERING THE POSSIBLE
This morning the air brings a vanilla scent – essence of cake not ice-cream which seems strange given the iced snow that covers one side of the pavement. Somewhere above the clouds the moon is waxing to fullness, and I realise I don’t know what vanilla looks like before it becomes darkened pods. Gentle tricklesContinue reading “PONDERING THE POSSIBLE”
READER, I DONNED ‘EM
This morning the air smells cold, and there is a transparency to its freshness. I think I almost catch an essence of almonds, but am mistaken. Soft flakes of snow float down before turning to rain. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person and a person wearing Christmas lights. I say it isContinue reading “READER, I DONNED ‘EM”
DONNING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR SHENANIGANS
This morning one star holds fast in the sky as the wind blows in swirls. The moon was full yesterday, and it was Cold Moon. I have my sense of taste and smell back, but this morning I can only determine a slight essence of cold box and those frozen blue slabs that keep theContinue reading “DONNING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR SHENANIGANS”
Sue Finch 