THANK GOODNESS IT’S MONDAY!
They say you should live every day as if it was your last, but you can take it a bit too far!
THE WORLD GROWS EVER STRANGER
Perhaps it’s because my pending Halloween party is on my mind or maybe the folk lore article I’m currently researching caused it, but the sight of the little Dunnock peering at me from the side of the footpath yesterday took on an added significance when the post arrived this morning …
THE LAVVY IN THE ROSES
Was it Halloween that night? It must have been somewhere around that time as I remember tissue paper leaves blowing in rustling drifts through the lavatory door and apples rolling under our feet as we crunched our way down the twisting paths of my grandma’s rose garden to our nightly ablutions.
THREE DARK LADIES
It's Halloween or Samhein on Friday and the start of what the Celts called the Long Dark which means lots of velvety evenings by brightly burning fires supping something warming and frightening ourselves witless with the weird and wonderful! Hopefully I'll be doing just than at our Halloween party, starting with this poem!
IT WAS A PERFECTLY ORDINARY DAY
If you think that sounds like the start to a piece of clichéd fiction you would probably be right, but this really happened …
FOR WILL WHO WASN’T THERE TO SHARE THE MOMENT
I wrote this for my son who rang while I was walking the Lakeland fells. He wanted to know what it was like!
ONE PERFECT DAY
You start by finding a narrow pull off from the twisting road that snakes and twists around the lower fell side like a lazy eel. The sun burns with tropical fierceness, but you don’t care, because it has shone so little lately that you are just glad that it has chosen today of all days to shine out like you remember it used to do when you were a child and there were endless days of strong autumnal sunlight that burnt you brown as hazel when you wandered harvest fields searching, for blackberries and mouth souring sloes which reminded you of your grandmother’s shiny bible jacket and by association, of bitter Sunday sermons when you yawned and squirmed and gazed longingly through diamond panes at vivid skies dipping with swallows.
WELCOME TO FLORIN
It’s been a very hectic few days to say the least, but the good news is we’ve five new arrivals on the farm including this cute little lassie …
AT LAST!
STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF!
Have you ever tried pouring a quart into a pint pot? That’s what yesterday felt like by the time I collapsed into bed well past midnight!