In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
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.
This room Safe Without walls
It rained the last two nights.
The world is too much.
Life and death are mostly incomprehensible, though we often try to convince ourselves otherwise.
Normal exhausted out of time
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand