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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”

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 TRIP TO LONDON TOWN

This morning the air brings me the notes of new carpet off gassing in a Premier Inn and mixes in essence of chilled seaside town air. A soundtrack of traffic plays like urban waves in the background. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a book in front of a bookcase. IContinue reading “A TRIP TO LONDON TOWN”