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”
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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”
DONNING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR SHENANIGANS
This morning one star holds fast in the sky as the wind blows in swirls. The moon was full yesterday, and it was Cold Moon. I have my sense of taste and smell back, but this morning I can only determine a slight essence of cold box and those frozen blue slabs that keep theContinue reading “DONNING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS FOR SHENANIGANS”
A YELLOW SALT DOUGH STAR
This morning the air does not smell like the aisle with lots of candles in it at the supermarket, nor does it smell like last night’s paprika in oil casserole starter. And this means that for the first time since starting this blog in September 2023 I cannot report what Monday smells like. My senseContinue reading “A YELLOW SALT DOUGH STAR”
PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS
This morning the air is cold and wide. I believe I can smell the woody sap from the myrtle branch that was snapped by the recent heavy snow fall. The snow saw us choosing to hibernate indoors with only a brief attempt at a snowman. That young person who used to love playing in theContinue reading “PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS”
POETRY AND PROSE
This morning the air carries the essence of brown leaves. They are there mixed in with the wet yellow on the ground while a few are still to fall from their twigs. Some are holding their shape, and others are beginning to fold and soften. As the sun rises it brings orange and purple. AltContinue reading “POETRY AND PROSE”
ONLY TIME
Stones. This morning the slightly warm wind carries the scent of seaside stones. I imagine it blew the smell in overnight when the gusts were strong, but it could be the stones on the paths. I have a love of glasses and cups, and often match the drinking vessel to my mood or a particularContinue reading “ONLY TIME”
Sue Finch 