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”
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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”
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…”
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”
POET, COACH. COACH, POET.
This morning a swirling wind makes an incense of its own as it mixes the soft dry scent of wood smoke with the damper smell of fallen leaves. Alt Text says this week’s photo is a picture of two women smiling. I say it is me having a post-gig photo with Wendy James, and feelingContinue reading “POET, COACH. COACH, POET.”
MANDALAS AND THE JOY OF THINKING
This week the air feels slightly colder than a week ago. The air carries a gentle scent which is reminiscent of the smell of the plastic ice box in the freezer. It reminds me how much I enjoy inhaling the scent of ice-cream freezers in the supermarket, and also that I haven’t done that forContinue reading “MANDALAS AND THE JOY OF THINKING”
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”
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”
THAT BANDSTAND
This morning the birds have already sung in the new day. The air is still, and holds the scent of almonds. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a sign. I say it is me behind the bannered and flagged railings of the bandstand at Oswestry Pride saying poemsContinue reading “THAT BANDSTAND”
Turning the Calendars Over
This morning the air smells cold. It is clear and fresh as though it has been rinsed by night. I sense floral elements, but even standing still under the blue sky and breathing deeply I cannot name them. Alt text offers no suggestions for this week’s photo. I say it is part of each ofContinue reading “Turning the Calendars Over”
Sue Finch 