reading not writing

bramble leaf

I really thought that I would do better today and actually find something to write about, especially as it’s midsummer’s day.

It would have been my grandmother’s birthday and Grandpa always gave her a poetry book. But I have no new summer poetry and I’ve been too busy reading this weekend to do any real writing.

As the reading hasn’t all been for pleasure, I did slip out for a short walk this morning, so I will once more fall back on posting pictures instead.

It looks as if we will have a good crop of blackberries later in the year.

bramble flowers

With its flowers like little cartoon suns, the ragwort is in full bloom.

ragwort

I was not the only one to be enjoying the ragwort.

fly on ragwort

I’m still getting used to the new camera, but I’m reasonably pleased with some of the photos, including this one.

grass seedhead

And I was pleased to see the rosebay willowherb is starting to bloom. No doubt I will post more pictures of it in due course.

rosebay willowherb

I’m afraid that’s it: just flowers, not poetry. Maybe I’ll do better next weekend.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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