This morning the air brings the aroma of what I used to call mouldy mops. Mops that had been in a cleaning cupboard somewhere for too long. Stored away when damp and not aired. The grass is sodden and squelchy, and my body is still slightly tired from a weekend away at a yarn festival.Continue reading “CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?”
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ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE
This morning the air is fresh after the rain. It carries the scent of green leaves. A cockerel, a distance away, crows in the morning while smaller birds sing for the new day in hedgerows nearby. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a caterpillar on a branch. It is. And I have been goingContinue reading “ELEPHANT HAWK MOTH NOT SHOELACE”
ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER
This morning there is a tang of wood in the cool air. It is the kind of scent that might come from opening a little used cupboard door or how I imagine the very centre of a conker smells. Alt Text says this week’s photo is: fabric in the air. I say it is ‘AngelContinue reading “ANGEL OF THE NORTH AS DANCER”
ONION RINGS AND OTHER JOYFUL THINGS
This morning the wind stirs the leaves on the trees into an unsyncopated crisp rustle. The swirled air brings a cocktail of green scents. Two magpies hop and tap dance in the road before lifting their fans and becoming five. Alt text says this week’s photo is a picture of a person holding up twoContinue reading “ONION RINGS AND OTHER JOYFUL THINGS”
A NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH MONDAYS
This morning the air is drizzle misted and the first scent it brings is warmed tea rose. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed toy in the air. I say it is the photo from September on the calendar showing Ronnie jumping for joy and the sky is blue through the clouds. ItContinue reading “A NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH MONDAYS”
LET THE SPARKLE SHINE
This morning the air feels fresh and cool. I hunt for a hint of scent, but am instead drawn to the moon screen-printed in milky white on blue sky. As I enjoy the pull of the moon and remember it has been elusive under cloud recently I can still detect no particular hint of herbContinue reading “LET THE SPARKLE SHINE”
DO VENTRILOQUISTS TALK TO THEIR DENTISTS DURING TREATMENT?
Today the air is lightly herbed with rosemary. It is fresh and cool and temporarily free from fumes. An orange cat is adventuring with purpose as a herring gull laughs and I remember looking for a red tinged moon last night in a clouded sky. Alt Text makes me smile with this week’s suggestion ofContinue reading “DO VENTRILOQUISTS TALK TO THEIR DENTISTS DURING TREATMENT?”
ARTIST SAYS I LIKE PEOPLE TO PLAY WITH MY ART
This morning the air is warm and brings the tiniest tint of tea rose. A hint of mint would have fitted well with today’s photo, but it wasn’t to be. Alt Text says this week’s image is ‘a paper with text on it’. I say it was the blurb I once read before entering anContinue reading “ARTIST SAYS I LIKE PEOPLE TO PLAY WITH MY ART”
Reflections
This morning the air in someone else’s town smells cool and fresh. Last night it smelt hot and sulphurous, and I admire the way the night has washed it clean. Alt text tells me this week’s photo is, a stuffed animal in a mirror. I say it is the perfect picture of Ronnie looking atContinue reading “Reflections”
Spray Painted Shirts, Sun and Seasides
This morning lavender is the first scent. Fine drizzle hangs in the air as a magpie sounds its rattle. Alt text says this week’s photo is a stuffed animal in the air. I say it is Ronnie jumping for joy on a walk between Birchington-on-Sea and Cliftonville. It was a perfect walk. Made so byContinue reading “Spray Painted Shirts, Sun and Seasides”
Sue Finch 