“There is pansies, that’s for thoughts”
(They may, in fact, be violas, in which case my mind and this blog post are equally empty of thoughts.)
Sometimes, there’s an idea that just never gels satisfactorily into a poem and the only thing to do is forget it and move on.
Continue reading “survival”
Yesterday, I posted the thousandth post on this blog. That means today’s post is number one thousand and one.
As soon as I thought of that number, I found I had the 1960s carpet cleaner jingle in my head:
That in turn reminded me of my time as an EFL teacher and the Spanish student, Diego, who came to class without his deberes. When I asked where his homework was, he replied: “In my carpet.”
Continue reading “time to focus”
Yesterday’s photo was a single daisy: one of the first flowers many of us learn to love, and one that tends to be associated with natural simplicity.
Today’s picture – also from my mother’s garden – is a rather more complex scenario, but one that appears to be laden with budding possibilities:

Yesterday I said I didn’t really know what to post, so made do with some old photos.
I’m not doing much better for inspiration today, but even if I still don’t have much idea about what to post, I do have a picture of a post box.
It’s a typical old pillar box – I think it’s Victorian – and the modern red brick houses in the background don’t exactly set it off very well.
Fortunately I didn’t need to go far to find another one with a better backdrop, and with a traditional red phone box alongside as well: