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”
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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”
A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD
This morning the air surrounds me with the scent of a newly cooled fridge. There is a cleanness there that matches the sparkle of the three stars I can see in the sky. Alt text says this week’s picture is: a group of fruit stacked on top of a game board. I doff my capContinue reading “A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD”
BE MORE JAGUAR
This morning the air seems to hold the scent of violets. Like last week’s scent, I am unsure where this comes from, but I find myself noting it and enjoying the fact that I have been breathing the Monday morning air and noting its smell for 57 weeks. Last night brought immersion in words andContinue reading “BE MORE JAGUAR”
CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?
This morning the air brings the aroma of what I used to call mouldy mops. Mops that had been in a cleaning cupboard somewhere for too long. Stored away when damp and not aired. The grass is sodden and squelchy, and my body is still slightly tired from a weekend away at a yarn festival.Continue reading “CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?”
ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE
This morning the air is fresh after the rain. It carries the scent of green leaves. A cockerel, a distance away, crows in the morning while smaller birds sing for the new day in hedgerows nearby. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a caterpillar on a branch. It is. And I have been goingContinue reading “ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE”
ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER
This morning there is a tang of wood in the cool air. It is the kind of scent that might come from opening a little used cupboard door or how I imagine the very centre of a conker smells. Alt Text says this week’s photo is: fabric in the air. I say it is ‘AngelContinue reading “ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER”
Sue Finch 