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”
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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”
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?”
BEING SOCIABLE AGAIN
This morning the air smells fuschia pink underlined with gently fermenting darkening green grass. Alt text says this week’s photo is a collage of 2 people. I say it is a montage of four photos of three siblings ensuring they get a couple of sensible photos at the wedding of one of my nephews. IContinue reading “BEING SOCIABLE AGAIN”
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”
A group of figurines and a picture of a heart
This morning it takes me a while to find the scent. It is tea roses rising on cool damp air. I have two special pint glasses for my daily water. One with ‘Coach’ engraved on it and one with ‘Poet’. And I like things in jars. Sometimes I know exactly which of the pint glassesContinue reading “A group of figurines and a picture of a heart”
Running Away with the Circus
The morning’s air is fresh. I can’t get any particular sense of smell apart from fresh this morning, maybe because my eyes were reluctant to open after vivid dreams (the kind that wouldn’t make good poems) but I am noticing colour. The sky is grey and the lawn is speckled with yellow buttercups and purpleContinue reading “Running Away with the Circus”
Sue Finch 