This morning I am interested in what the air smells like where you are. I am also interested in whether you will, in the future, help me to celebrate my hundredth episode by taking note of what the morning air is scented with on that particular day. If my calculations are correct the one hundredthContinue reading “ENTHUSIASTIC APPLAUSE”
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HOW IT STARTED, HOW IT’S GOING
This morning the cool air is very welcome. It carries the vague scent of cut flower stems. Alt text suggested this week’s photos could be a collage of a person lying on the grass or a collage of a person smiling. I say it is my author photo from 2020 alongside one of my authorContinue reading “HOW IT STARTED, HOW IT’S GOING”
ENTERING MY BLACK AND WHITE PHASE
This morning the air holds a hint of holly. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person leaning against a brick wall. It is me and I am indeed leaning against a wall with the aim of getting used to having my photo taken. It is time for me to update some pics andContinue reading “ENTERING MY BLACK AND WHITE PHASE”
A GREEN CARNATION
This morning the air holds the scent of oak and blackbirds are sounding their alarm calls. Alt text says this week’s photo is a green object on a white plate. Kath says it did look better at the time. I say it is a twenty-three-year-old green carnation that will forever be one of the romanticContinue reading “A GREEN CARNATION”
Summer Solstice
This morning the air is cool and there is a welcome breeze. A hint of light citrus seems to whirl in on the air before the richness of caramel is detected in a different direction. Alt text suggests this week’s photo could be a person sitting in the grass with yellow flowers. I say itContinue reading “Summer Solstice”
World Early Stroll Day
This morning the air carries the essence of silage. It is warm and uplifted by floral scents. Alt text suggests this week’s photo could be a purple ball on a gravel surface. I say it is a deflating balloon which I saw at the end of my early morning stroll on Saturday morning. I don’tContinue reading “World Early Stroll Day”
THAT BANDSTAND
This morning the birds have already sung in the new day. The air is still, and holds the scent of almonds. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a sign. I say it is me behind the bannered and flagged railings of the bandstand at Oswestry Pride saying poemsContinue reading “THAT BANDSTAND”
Turning the Calendars Over
This morning the air smells cold. It is clear and fresh as though it has been rinsed by night. I sense floral elements, but even standing still under the blue sky and breathing deeply I cannot name them. Alt text offers no suggestions for this week’s photo. I say it is part of each ofContinue reading “Turning the Calendars Over”
RAINBOWS AND CHICKPEAS
This morning the day felt quiet as if it was snoozing its way into Bank Holiday Monday, and I found myself almost tiptoeing outside to breathe the air. It was clear and fresh. Alt text says this week’s photo is a rainbow over a field of tall grass. I say it is a rainbow onContinue reading “RAINBOWS AND CHICKPEAS”
POET FEELING PROUD
This week I had expected to be writing about the air not smelling of cow dung because it never has on a Monday morning… Sometimes I call my mum when I am out on a walk and sometimes on these walks there is a distinct smell of cow dung. I tell her this. I likeContinue reading “POET FEELING PROUD”
Sue Finch 