Photo credit: Field of Dreams Photography Oswestry This morning the air brings the smell of many blooms. In my head I picture peonies and geraniums and in my heart I feel summer. It has been pretty cold, grey and rainy for June so far so this feels new and enlivening. It begins to balance theContinue reading “The Bandstand”
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Diving Right In
This morning the air brings me the scent of fermented green, and it feels like the day is readying itself to be warm. Last night I dreamt of poets and words after being in the zoom room for the online launch of Damien Donnelly’s Back From Away. I love the feeling of a celebratory zoom andContinue reading “Diving Right In”
A large Sturgeon, A Peppermint Tea and a Fizzy Water
This morning the air carries the scent of warm, damp hay. The birds were singing the day in loudly when I noticed this, and seemed to be telling me they had been doing so for some time this morning before I woke from my sleep to greet the day. I am currently celebrating the joyContinue reading “A large Sturgeon, A Peppermint Tea and a Fizzy Water”
Blue Apples Appear
This morning the air brings me the scent of grass. Slightly herbed and fresh. The more silage-based smell of old cuttings stays in the brown bin. Yesterday the birds celebrated themselves for Dawn Chorus Day and I shared one of my dawn chorus poems on social media even though I did not join them inContinue reading “Blue Apples Appear”
Add Value Bring Joy
This morning I have scented the world. It is salted vinegar on moss. At the weekend I bought myself a wire brush and some organic cleaner to help remove the moss from the driveway and the smell is in the air. It was quite therapeutic to see what could be removed by hand, and toContinue reading “Add Value Bring Joy”
The Night I turned into a Metal Spoon
Singing as the Darkness Lifts, Episode 29 This morning the air smells clean and fresh, it is raining and there is no hint of petrichor. I smile because although I am not totally specific about the smell my senses are alive. Last week I could not determine the scent and I blamed the cold virusContinue reading “The Night I turned into a Metal Spoon”
Sue Finch 