A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
Sunday Soundtrack
1 – Easy – Commodores…
Sestination Crags
All here seek solace, food, solitude.
… Juxtaposition
Joining the dots…
… Buried Bulb
The dot on i in equation…
… Soap Sud
The blot…
Brontës and Bluebells: a Patchwork Poem
Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
Going Over
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
Daffodils
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Stream of Thought
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
