A little reading
A little reading: A new year; a new policy. I shall try to write an occasional post about the books (and other things) I’m currently reading.
A little reading: A new year; a new policy. I shall try to write an occasional post about the books (and other things) I’m currently reading.
There’s a hubbub in the town
and the story’s going round
that the wordsmiths will articulate today.
Under the forest floor
Under the winter snow
The wood anemones are waiting.
Come spring, come!
Advent candles: Two photos with Advent-appropriate inspirational slogans. I may be going into business as a producer of inspirational cards. Or maybe not.
Just a head cold, people say. Most people seem to think that confessing to having a cold is a bit lame. The fashionable disease is the flu.
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.
Come somnambulate with me
Through silver-touched night gardens
Where the oil-black stream slips slowly by
And poppies nod by winding paths
Slow night-dark heads in off-beat time.
Mother’s memories – I’ve started interviewing my mother about her life. She’s been through a lot in her ninety-plus years.
Can’t sleep – a poem of despair! And the sound of the peal of bells in Holcot village church, Northamptonshire. Can’t someone switch them off at night?
Take my advice. Do not under any circumstances decide to start two new websites at more or less the same time.