This morning it is raining and the almost unchilled air carries strong hints of green. Alt text says this week’s photo is a collage of a group of people. It is indeed a collage and it is made from the photos that accompanied each blog post this year. I do like to take a lookContinue reading “MY YEAR IN REVIEW”
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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”
POET FEELING PROUD
This week I had expected to be writing about the air not smelling of cow dung because it never has on a Monday morning… Sometimes I call my mum when I am out on a walk and sometimes on these walks there is a distinct smell of cow dung. I tell her this. I likeContinue reading “POET FEELING PROUD”
HAIR BUNS AND PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES
This morning the air carries the scent of warmed green leaves. It is both comforting and fresh. Alt text offers no spontaneous suggestions for this week’s photo. I say it is a four-picture montage of my time at Wonderwool Wales. The selfie picture top left makes it look like I have a hair bun which weContinue reading “HAIR BUNS AND PHOTO OPPORTUNITIES”
PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS
This morning the air is cold and wide. I believe I can smell the woody sap from the myrtle branch that was snapped by the recent heavy snow fall. The snow saw us choosing to hibernate indoors with only a brief attempt at a snowman. That young person who used to love playing in theContinue reading “PUT THE BACK OF YOUR HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WIGGLE YOUR FINGERS”
CAN YOU HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE?
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?”
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”
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”
Is He Puffin or Is He Vulture?
This morning the smell of cut grass is in the air, slightly hayed by yesterday’s sunshine and today’s gentle misty drizzle. This week’s photo had to be ‘Ronnie Jumping for Joy at The Great Orme’. Not just because I love that orme, not just because it is the picture for June on the #LookThere calendar,Continue reading “Is He Puffin or Is He Vulture?”
Sue Finch 