I mentioned yesterday that I was up early enough on Friday to take a photo of the overnight snow before the sun came up and melted it. In fact, that was the third day of the week that I had to be on the very first bus of the morning.
Then, yesterday, which was Saturday and might therefore be supposed to be a little more relaxed, I was at the station soon after 8am and heading off to yet another early meeting. So much for the freedom of running my own business.
Continue reading “must be nuts”
This being England, we never really know whether the winter will bring snow or floods or just days and days of interminable grey.
I admit I was delighted that Thursday night brought a sprinkling of snow. It was gone within a few hours and, of course, that may be all we have this winter. So, as I was out early enough yesterday morning to take a suitable photo, I will re-post this poem, in case I don’t get another opportunity:
Continue reading “just in case”
After I published yesterday’s post, I remembered that I do have other poems with horses in, including the very summery Before breakfast, which begins:
When the dew lies cool in the day’s eyes, beyond
the umbelliferous lace of napkin fields
morning horses toss and fret, and rooks stalk
among the stubble.
Those “morning horses” were not as quiet as the ones in the Ted Hughes poem, where the narrator “[…] climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark” before coming across the horses: “Grey silent fragments/ Of a grey silent world.”
Continue reading “a horse of a different colour”
This early in the year it probably behooves me to be positive, but it’s been a bit of a grey day and I’m saddled with updating the blog, although I’m bridling at the thought.
The big hitch is that my head seems to be mane-ly stuffed with sawdust – the ideas are hardly jockeying for position in the race to be written. Indeed, progress has completely stalled for the last few hours and I’m beginning to think wild horses couldn’t drag a blog post out of me today.
Continue reading “neigh-saying”
Somewhere on my twitter feed yesterday, I was reminded that cranes are symbolic of luck and good fortune.
Since I have no better idea of what to post today for the New Year bank holiday, I wonder if these photos, mostly culled from the archives, can be considered apposite.
Continue reading “new year, new luck”
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