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”
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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”
TWO SISTERS AND A COW
This morning the air brings the distinct smell of cut grass. The birds have turned up their dawn chorus songs these last few days and are welcoming the mornings with a vigour that is admirable. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is ‘two women taking a selfie in front of a cow’. I sayContinue reading “TWO SISTERS AND A COW”
SPRING FORWARD
This morning the air brings a whole symphony of floral notes playing on the cool fresh air. It is as if I am smelling it in shades of pinks. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a cake. I say it is a photo of my lovely mum posing for a photoContinue reading “SPRING FORWARD”
A POCKETFUL OF TYRE VALVE COVER THINGS
Alt Text says this week’s photo is a group of black plastic caps on a wood surface. I say it is a set of new thingummyjigs to cover the tyre pressure valves. I have decided to use these to replace the mismatched ones I have seen too many times in the last ten days. IContinue reading “A POCKETFUL OF TYRE VALVE COVER THINGS”
JELLY
This morning the air is fresh and carries a tint of laundry detergent. If alt text was offering a suggestion I think it would say this week’s photo is a picture of two people smiling. It is a selfie photo of Kath and I at the East Anglia Yarn Festival readying for Day 1. ThisContinue reading “JELLY”
WALKING WITH MY SHADOW
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”
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”
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”
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?”
Sue Finch 