This morning the day felt quiet as if it was snoozing its way into Bank Holiday Monday, and I found myself almost tiptoeing outside to breathe the air. It was clear and fresh. Alt text says this week’s photo is a rainbow over a field of tall grass. I say it is a rainbow onContinue reading “RAINBOWS AND CHICKPEAS”
Tag Archives: #Poetry
POET FEELING PROUD
This week I had expected to be writing about the air not smelling of cow dung because it never has on a Monday morning… Sometimes I call my mum when I am out on a walk and sometimes on these walks there is a distinct smell of cow dung. I tell her this. I likeContinue reading “POET FEELING PROUD”
SOMEBODY’S MISSING
This morning the air has been sung in fresh by the dawn chorus. It carries hints of green and fuchsia. Alt text suggests that this week’s photo is a person sitting on a lawn with flowers. I say it is a photo of my lovely dad and the flowers we chose to celebrate his lifeContinue reading “SOMEBODY’S MISSING”
HAIR BUNS AND PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES
This morning the air carries the scent of warmed green leaves. It is both comforting and fresh. Alt text offers no spontaneous suggestions for this week’s photo. I say it is a four-picture montage of my time at Wonderwool Wales. The selfie picture top left makes it look like I have a hair bun which weContinue reading “HAIR BUNS AND PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES”
TWO SISTERS AND A COW
This morning the air brings the distinct smell of cut grass. The birds have turned up their dawn chorus songs these last few days and are welcoming the mornings with a vigour that is admirable. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is ‘two women taking a selfie in front of a cow’. I sayContinue reading “TWO SISTERS AND A COW”
SPRING FORWARD
This morning the air brings a whole symphony of floral notes playing on the cool fresh air. It is as if I am smelling it in shades of pinks. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a cake. I say it is a photo of my lovely mum posing for a photoContinue reading “SPRING FORWARD”
JELLY
This morning the air is fresh and carries a tint of laundry detergent. If alt text was offering a suggestion I think it would say this week’s photo is a picture of two people smiling. It is a selfie photo of Kath and I at the East Anglia Yarn Festival readying for Day 1. ThisContinue reading “JELLY”
WALKING WITH MY SHADOW
This morning the cat from across the road sings me three hellos while the air brings us gentle elements of spring. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a shadow of a person on a road. I say this is me out on the country lane walking with my shadow. I liked the length ofContinue reading “WALKING WITH MY SHADOW”
STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA
This morning the rain brings a gentle dampness, and the air holds the scent of sap and twigs. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and my sister taking a selfie having learned that it is best if we both sit down. When we standContinue reading “STEPPING OUT FOR SNOOKER BY THE SEA”
HOW DO
This morning the air carries the scent of young daffodils. I sense the raw potential of their bulbs and taut green leaves, and am reminded of a summer job many years ago. Riding on a farm machine with a conveyor belt that brought us the freshly ploughed bulbs for sorting was a job I hadContinue reading “HOW DO”
Sue Finch 