Describes my thoughts. And general world view.
‘I Am a Cameraman’ is the title of a twentieth century poem by Douglas Dunn.
There were many warm meetings of minds in the garden this morning, despite last night’s frost and an early mist.
And twitchy whiskers…
A photo diary…
A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
1 – Easy – Commodores, 2 – Reach Out (I’ll Be There) – Four Tops, 3 – You’re All I Need to Get By – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell…
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.