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 Before that the first scent hanging in the air is curry powder and spices, and I remember clearing the out-of-date jars and stacking them in the recycling box by the front door.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”
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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”
DONNING THE T-SHIRT
This morning the sun is hazy behind clouds and the wind stirs the air to bring rich, strong notes of rosemary. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a brick wall. It is indeed and the person is me. And I am wearing my ‘Association of Business Poets’ t-shirt.Continue reading “DONNING THE T-SHIRT”
A PERSON FLYING THEIR HORSE ON THE BEACH
This morning the sun is warming the rained-on ground and the green scent of plants is rising in the air. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person flying a horse on a beach and this description absolutely delights me. It gives me the perfect title for my blog in a week when thingsContinue reading “A PERSON FLYING THEIR HORSE ON THE BEACH”
FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS
This morning the air brings the rustle of rain soon and the vague scent of vanilla biscuits. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookshelf. Indeed it is, and that person is me and the book that I have temporarily removed from its space on theContinue reading “FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS”
THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…
This morning the wind is moving things in gentle swirls and beckoning in the drizzle; it brings the scent of rosemary and grass as the birds chatter unseen in the hedges. Alt text says this week’s photo is a selfie of two people. I say it is me and my sister walking under a stormContinue reading “THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…”
SLOW DOWN
This morning the air is filled with the scent of grass and the sound of birdsong. A blue sky is welcoming the day, and promising warmth soon. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is a road with words painted on it. It is indeed and it is a photo of what I call theContinue reading “SLOW DOWN”
Sue Finch 