Tag Archives: spring
Tangled up. Sometimes in blue
‘You’re keeping busy’, someone said to me to me this week, as if I were a retired person going on serial coach trips. Not that there’s anything wrong with coach trips. Especially if they involve drinking illicit alcohol on the … Continue reading
“The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words”
You know me, never one word where 932 or so will do. But today I’m going to give you pictures and little else. Yes, okay, I admit it, the red words in my last post did cause a minor tiff. … Continue reading
Life, death and the choruses of dawn
You don’t know how lucky you are. In my head are two other blog posts, desperate to escape. One about the futility of life, which features a waking nightmare. I was thinking my last thought, comprising very few words, which … Continue reading
Trampled. Green. And sparkly
Flick. Skim. Flick. That was me, last Sunday, with the newspaper. Jaded with news, jaded with the world. Just jaded. Then an opinion piece caught my eye. About ‘the song of the selfie siren’. And the deaths that result from … Continue reading
Autumn. A little too close for comfort, this time
It’s been the most beautiful autumn I can remember. The stillness of each reluctant dawn. The drama of the sunrise, turning the world from grey to lemon, gold to rose. The vast, v-shaped skeins of pink-footed geese heading for the … Continue reading
Thoughts on a morning in spring
Oh, what a glorious sky! So many words for blue – and yet not one will do it justice. Here in Northern World, we’re accustomed to wintry gloom and misty, damp spring days. Perhaps the word for this colour eludes … Continue reading
Miranda the intake nymph
“I’ll just set it back to zero.” It’s not what you’d expect in the middle of England. But then, the middle of England’s probably not where you’d think it might be. According to its inhabitants, the tiny village of Dunsop … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 