One problem with trying to find illustrations for some of the pieces I post here is that I’m between cameras and the phone isn’t as adaptable as I’d like it to be, so the photos – particularly the ones that should be close ups – are fairly hit and miss.
These wonderfully clam-like toadstools would probably have made a better photo to go with the smallest room in all the world:
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After rain, sunshine:
tomorrow, there will be
mushrooms for breakfast
A gust of wind tears
yellow birds and russet butterflies
from autumn trees
or, possibly:
A gust of wind
tears all the yellow birds
and russet butterflies of autumn
from their treetop perches
Continue reading “widdershins around the reservoir”
Like Christopher Robin, I have been “BISY” and there haven’t been as many updates to the blog recently as I’d have liked.
I found this feather while walking to the village the other day. I assume it’s a woodpecker feather, though I suppose it could belong to a hoopoe – we certainly see the abubilla more often than the pájaro carpintero, which I hear sometimes but catch sight of only on very rare occasions.
The feather markings made me think of the Spotted or Herbaceous Backson, although, of course, the Backson isn’t the only mythical beast that is spotted.
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don't confuse the narrator 