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”
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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?”
TWELVESES
This morning the air carries the dull scent of newspaper print. This strikes me as a contrast to last night when it was stirred with the magic of wood smoke and incense. The moon, jacketed in clouds, has waned to 58%, and in hedgerows the birds are welcoming one another to the day. Alt textContinue reading “TWELVESES”
PONDERING THE POSSIBLE
This morning the air brings a vanilla scent – essence of cake not ice-cream which seems strange given the iced snow that covers one side of the pavement. Somewhere above the clouds the moon is waxing to fullness, and I realise I don’t know what vanilla looks like before it becomes darkened pods. Gentle tricklesContinue reading “PONDERING THE POSSIBLE”
Sue Finch 