This morning the sun is warming the rained-on ground and the green scent of plants is rising in the air. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person flying a horse on a beach and this description absolutely delights me. It gives me the perfect title for my blog in a week when thingsContinue reading “A PERSON FLYING THEIR HORSE ON THE BEACH”
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FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS
This morning the air brings the rustle of rain soon and the vague scent of vanilla biscuits. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookshelf. Indeed it is, and that person is me and the book that I have temporarily removed from its space on theContinue reading “FORTY-TWO BLUE MOONS”
FINDING THE SHAPE OF THE GARDEN
This morning the air is warm. It carries a hay-like scent and is tinged with floral notes. Alt text says this week’s photo is a close up of flowers. It is indeed and it is a photo taken this very morning as the rose blooms begin to open for the day. The Bank Holiday WeekendContinue reading “FINDING THE SHAPE OF THE GARDEN”
THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…
This morning the wind is moving things in gentle swirls and beckoning in the drizzle; it brings the scent of rosemary and grass as the birds chatter unseen in the hedges. Alt text says this week’s photo is a selfie of two people. I say it is me and my sister walking under a stormContinue reading “THAT’S NOT MINE, MINE’S CRISPY…”
THREE TIMES A YARN SHOW
This morning the air at home does not smell of sheep. My eyes are bleary and perhaps this means my sense of smell has not yet awakened, but the first thing I am noticing is what’s not there. And that is the scent of sheep in fields on a farm. Having spent the weekend atContinue reading “THREE TIMES A YARN SHOW”
A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN
This morning there is frost on the grass. The chill dampens the scent of primulas, and the air carries elements of their perfume with a mixed in twiggyness. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a stone pillar. I say it is Kath wrapped in her Nevern Blanket atContinue reading “A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN”
BADGER POEMS, METAL SPOONS, AND GENTLE NODS
This morning I stand under three aeroplane contrails to breathe the freshness of the air. The birds are singing the verses that come after dawn chorus, and somewhere far above me there are astronauts in darkness of the moon. Alt text says this week’s photo is a bottle of pills and a red envelope. IContinue reading “BADGER POEMS, METAL SPOONS, AND GENTLE NODS”
A DAFFODILESQUE DALEK, THE FIRST MOW, AND THE MUSE
This morning the air mingles the scent of warm Premier Inn and fresh grass into a cloudy mix. Alt text says this week’s photo is a yellow flower in the grass. I say it is my shadow featuring a midforehead daffodil. I also say I was rather hoping to create a daffodilesque dalek photo. IContinue reading “A DAFFODILESQUE DALEK, THE FIRST MOW, AND THE MUSE”
STUNT GIRL
This morning the air is delightfully fresh. I sense spring and I feel the contrast of what I breathe this morning with the city air I breathed at the weekend. It is wonderfully refreshing to stand still in the new day. Alt text says this week’s photo shows a person smiling holding a book. ItContinue reading “STUNT GIRL”
THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS
This morning, wood pigeons are sounding their calls and I remember them heralding in the sunny days of my youth. The air carries definite hints of spring, and I call the scent raw floral as I am transported back to my time of harvesting daffodil bulbs. Last night’s mist has cleared and the day isContinue reading “THIS MORNING, WOOD PIGEONS”
Sue Finch 