Where does it hurt? - a poem from Mark Roper River hidden in the wood, do you mean us harm or good. Cicada, without your song, days are colder, nights long. Why, Aspen Leaf, do you tremble when there’s no wind at all. Your flight, Swallow, cannot mend this torn world it seems … Continue reading Where does it hurt?
That moment when a flower looks perfect comes and goes in a flash and it often escapes me. I have often found myself too busy to take out the camera to capture what I see but I realise that is silly behaviour for a retired man who has neither timetable nor schedule to follow. Nobody … Continue reading Catching the Light.
The human mind is both wonderful and weird. My friend, Walter, gave me an insight into the weird the other day. He told me he had been planning his death (again!) of late. Mind you, something I thought a bit peculiar was that he was only planning his death and had no thought for what … Continue reading An Inelegant Death is So Offputting!
I am one of those "spring begins on the 1st of February" people and this 1st of March beginning to spring, of recent years, does not lie comfortably with me. As a schoolchild I was taught that the months of spring are February, March and April. We learned of spring starting with St. Brigid's Day … Continue reading Back in the Garden Again.
Recent bad weather has put a stop to our regular walks. We have had a series of storms, even a Spanish storm over this weekend, "Tormenta Jorge", but we have managed a few outings and have plans for further walks as the weather improves. We snatched one of those "windows of opportunity" yesterday morning for … Continue reading From Green to Blue…