This morning the air holds the scent of green and unfurling. The birds are well awake when I step outside and are singing to each other of a new day to be in, seemingly unbothered by the wind. Alt text says this week’s photo is a tree with no leaves. I say it is blueContinue reading “I SEE BLUE SKY”
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NO KISS ME QUICK HAT
This morning the air is cold and brings the scent of bark. The birds are singing to welcome in the day, and one short daffodil holds its trumpet proudly aloft on the front lawn. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women smiling for a selfie and indeed it is. It is Kath andContinue reading “NO KISS ME QUICK HAT”
UNDER A BLANKET
This morning the air is simply cold. I am unable to detect anything other than cold and fresh. The fresh feels revitalising. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person with a scarf behind her face. I say are you sure you want me to try to decipher that description. I also say itContinue reading “UNDER A BLANKET”
SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE
This morning the air carries the smell of grass, and a thread of geese sound in the sky. Alt text says this week’s photo is a heart shaped object on the ground. I say it is ‘Lovely’, a photograph I took of a discarded elastic band found in the gutter near the end of myContinue reading “SNOW MOON AND GRATITUDE”
HYDRATION, CONVERSATION, AND GOOD COMPANY
This morning the birds are singing in the day under a clouded sky. The air is fresh and gently perfumed. I breathe deeply to determine what might be coming from my soap and what is flora on the breeze. Alt text says this week’s photo is a mug of hot chocolate and a photo ofContinue reading “HYDRATION, CONVERSATION, AND GOOD COMPANY”
A NEW MOON BEFORE BREW MONDAY
This morning the birds are sending their calls into the cold air and for a moment I sense the scent of doughnuts before the air smells simply cold. Alt text says this week’s photo is a group of mugs on a shelf. I say it is three cups representing the joy of choosing a cupContinue reading “A NEW MOON BEFORE BREW MONDAY”
THE MOON POEMS ARE WAXING LYRICAL
This morning a light wind tickles the leaves and drops of rain, held there temporarily, fall. No bird song yet in the faintly herbed air. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a moon in the sky, and this makes me chuckle because I wondered if this might be the suggestion. I say it isContinue reading “THE MOON POEMS ARE WAXING LYRICAL”
WOLF MOONS
This morning the crunch-slip under foot of snow fallen on snow, and the intermittent sparkle of pretend stars on the ground. Oddly, the air carries the scent of bananas. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women smiling for a picture. I say it is me and Kath wrapped up in knitted goods gettingContinue reading “WOLF MOONS”
MY YEAR IN REVIEW
This morning it is raining and the almost unchilled air carries strong hints of green. Alt text says this week’s photo is a collage of a group of people. It is indeed a collage and it is made from the photos that accompanied each blog post this year. I do like to take a lookContinue reading “MY YEAR IN REVIEW”
A HEADSHOT IN A CHRISTMAS WREATH
This morning, under a waning moon and a bright planet, the swirling wind stirs up the scent of mud and brick dust. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person smiling in a wreath. I say it is me twelve years ago taking my turn to have a photo taken. A group of usContinue reading “A HEADSHOT IN A CHRISTMAS WREATH”
Sue Finch 