Today we are back on British Summer Time, so it would make sense if the blog post were about summer or clocks.
Yesterday, the weather was glorious and there were plenty of summer-like flowers to be photographed. For some reason, though, although there were plenty around, I failed to take a picture of a dandelion (either in bloom or as a clock). I did find these water buttercups**, though:
The poem still isn’t where I want it to be, but I think at least some of it is salvageable.
Continue reading “spring poetry”
A house with daffodils in it is a house lit up, whether or no the sun be shining outside. Daffodils in a green bowl–and let it snow if it will.
There is no snow forecast – though when did we ever believe a forecast? Whatever the weather, though, I have a jar of sunshine on my windowsill.
It’s Noche Vieja – New Year’s Eve – and I am in Spain; so, as the Spanish would have it:
“Feliz salida y entrada”
And if you feel you are making your exit from 2013 “pursued by a bear”, I hope you discover that it’s really nothing more threatening than a teddy-bear.
In the UK, when Christmas falls at a weekend, there are compensatory holidays; this means that if you invite friends over for Boxing Day, you need to be absolutely sure they all turn up on the same day.
This year, with the 25th falling neatly on a Wednesday, there was no potential confusion: Boxing Day was the day after Christmas, it was Thursday, December 26th, it was St Stephen’s Day, and no one was likely to dispute that.
Except Amazon, it seems, whose constant messages flood my inbox: 
don't confuse the narrator 