This morning the birds are offering a range of gentle sounds and the air brings the scent of clover and warmed beach stones. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie, and indeed it is. It is Kath and I settling into our seats aboard The Waverley Paddle Steamer. I thinkContinue reading “FINDING THE BREEZE”
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A SLIGHTLY BLURRED MIDSUMMER RONNIE
This morning the air is already warm. It carries strong floral notes and the scent of someone’s freshly brewed coffee. Alt text says this week’s photo is a small animal in the sky. I say it is Ronnie jumping for joy with a pompom crown. Midsummer seemed to creep up on me this year andContinue reading “A SLIGHTLY BLURRED MIDSUMMER RONNIE”
DONNING THE T-SHIRT
This morning the sun is hazy behind clouds and the wind stirs the air to bring rich, strong notes of rosemary. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a brick wall. It is indeed and the person is me. And I am wearing my ‘Association of Business Poets’ t-shirt.Continue reading “DONNING THE T-SHIRT”
A PERSON FLYING THEIR HORSE ON THE BEACH
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”
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”
SITTING IN THE MUD
The first bird I hear as I wake this morning is a wood pigeon; the promise of spring in its echoing tones. In the damp morning the cheerful chorusing of many birds is welcoming the day, and the air brings the scent of rosemary and twigs. Alt text says this week’s photo is a beaverContinue reading “SITTING IN THE MUD”
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”
SLOW DOWN
This morning the air is filled with the scent of grass and the sound of birdsong. A blue sky is welcoming the day, and promising warmth soon. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is a road with words painted on it. It is indeed and it is a photo of what I call theContinue reading “SLOW DOWN”
Sue Finch 