This morning the air brings the faint smell of wood smoke and whispers Autumn. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and Kath having a seaside stroll on the last day of August. One of us paddled and we both had chocolate ice-cream. A quickContinue reading “COBWEBS BLOWN”
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NEW SHOES
This morning the air smells cleansed and grassy. Alt text says this week’s photo is pairs of shoes on the floor. I say it is a set of insoles that have gone in the bin beside a pair of new ones that have been inserted into my old walking shoes. Late August was always theContinue reading “NEW SHOES”
CLAPPING WITH MY HEART
This morning I am glad of the smell of cold air with a tinge of earthiness as I push my nose close to the gap of the hotel window which does not open far. Yesterday the corridors smelt of warmed bodies and hot food, and with no draught to waft it fresher it was notContinue reading “CLAPPING WITH MY HEART”
EVENING SUN
This morning, at ‘The Angel of the North’ the air smells of heather and lavender. Alt text isn’t offering a suggestion for this week’s photo, but I say it is Kath and me capturing a photo during a stroll by the river after the first day of the yarn show we attended at the weekend.Continue reading “EVENING SUN”
YELLOW STRETCHY MAN
This morning the sky is grey, the wind is gathering, and there are notes of coffee on the air. I have upped my walking lately and have been able to climb Moel Famau three times in the last week or so. It has been important to me to push myself and see how this feelsContinue reading “YELLOW STRETCHY MAN”
STRIDING OUT
This morning the air carries the scents of fuchsia and tea rose, and I wonder whether an elephant hawk moth is eating leaves somewhere close by. Alt text states this week’s photo is a person in a graduation gown. I say it is one of my special someones striding out in a mortar board andContinue reading “STRIDING OUT”
ENTHUSIASTIC APPLAUSE
This morning I am interested in what the air smells like where you are. I am also interested in whether you will, in the future, help me to celebrate my hundredth episode by taking note of what the morning air is scented with on that particular day. If my calculations are correct the one hundredthContinue reading “ENTHUSIASTIC APPLAUSE”
HOW IT STARTED, HOW IT’S GOING
This morning the cool air is very welcome. It carries the vague scent of cut flower stems. Alt text suggested this week’s photos could be a collage of a person lying on the grass or a collage of a person smiling. I say it is my author photo from 2020 alongside one of my authorContinue reading “HOW IT STARTED, HOW IT’S GOING”
ENTERING MY BLACK AND WHITE PHASE
This morning the air holds a hint of holly. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person leaning against a brick wall. It is me and I am indeed leaning against a wall with the aim of getting used to having my photo taken. It is time for me to update some pics andContinue reading “ENTERING MY BLACK AND WHITE PHASE”
A GREEN CARNATION
This morning the air holds the scent of oak and blackbirds are sounding their alarm calls. Alt text says this week’s photo is a green object on a white plate. Kath says it did look better at the time. I say it is a twenty-three-year-old green carnation that will forever be one of the romanticContinue reading “A GREEN CARNATION”
Sue Finch 