This morning the air carries the essence of brown leaves. They are there mixed in with the wet yellow on the ground while a few are still to fall from their twigs. Some are holding their shape, and others are beginning to fold and soften. As the sun rises it brings orange and purple. AltContinue reading “POETRY AND PROSE”
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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”
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?”
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”
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”
BEING SOCIABLE AGAIN
This morning the air smells fuschia pink underlined with gently fermenting darkening green grass. Alt text says this week’s photo is a collage of 2 people. I say it is a montage of four photos of three siblings ensuring they get a couple of sensible photos at the wedding of one of my nephews. IContinue reading “BEING SOCIABLE AGAIN”
Reflections
This morning the air in someone else’s town smells cool and fresh. Last night it smelt hot and sulphurous, and I admire the way the night has washed it clean. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is, a stuffed animal in a mirror. I say it is the perfect picture of Ronnie looking atContinue reading “Reflections”
The Clock Ticks Louder Now
This morning herring gulls are calling in the scent of salt on a sea breeze. It is fresh with floral elements and the sun promises heat. Alt texts provides an accurate description of this week’s photo: A red clock with white numbers. I say it is the actual clock that played a part in inspiringContinue reading “The Clock Ticks Louder Now”
A group of figurines and a picture of a heart
This morning it takes me a while to find the scent. It is tea roses rising on cool damp air. I have two special pint glasses for my daily water. One with ‘Coach’ engraved on it and one with ‘Poet’. And I like things in jars. Sometimes I know exactly which of the pint glassesContinue reading “A group of figurines and a picture of a heart”
Sue Finch 