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”
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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”
A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN
This morning there is frost on the grass. The chill dampens the scent of primulas, and the air carries elements of their perfume with a mixed in twiggyness. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a stone pillar. I say it is Kath wrapped in her Nevern Blanket atContinue reading “A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN”
BADGER POEMS, METAL SPOONS, AND GENTLE NODS
This morning I stand under three aeroplane contrails to breathe the freshness of the air. The birds are singing the verses that come after dawn chorus, and somewhere far above me there are astronauts in darkness of the moon. Alt text says this week’s photo is a bottle of pills and a red envelope. IContinue reading “BADGER POEMS, METAL SPOONS, AND GENTLE NODS”
A TRIP TO LONDON TOWN
This morning the air brings me the notes of new carpet off gassing in a Premier Inn and mixes in essence of chilled seaside town air. A soundtrack of traffic plays like urban waves in the background. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookcase. IContinue reading “A TRIP TO LONDON TOWN”
Sue Finch 