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Life, crafty stuff, long walks, thoughts, and little oddities.


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A resting place

A late walk this morning

Creates a different world.

The light on the water

Strikes and bounces

Illuminating hidden crevices at the river edge.

A sudden splash in the water

Shows the leap of a fish.

The wagtail is nowhere to be seen

In its usual spot.

The wild barley glows golden in the sun

And there, nestled in the seedhead

A ladybird seeks its rest.

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Warmth of days

I sit

Perched on the old bench

Listening to the water

Dance on its way to the coast

Watch the silver sparkle in the light

Listen and breathe and be

Face turned to the light

Unfurling to the sun

Opening to the future

With hope

That warmth may follow warmth

Into depths of days

And blanket of night embrace

With love and delight

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Tatties and blackbirds

The autumn sun emerges from behind the clouds

Sending shafts of sunlight to play in the garden

While the dry patch lasts

I head into the garden

To harvest the last of the tatties

They emerge from the ground

Precious jewels of the earth

Tumbled into the bucket

I stand

Admiring God’s work

And in a tree

A blackbird starts to sing.

 

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NB : For those who aren’t used to English slang – ‘tatties’ are another word for potatoes.


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Cold wind and warm fire

Bonfire night brought the cold wind with it. We huffed our way to the bonfire, steam puffing out like little dragons. Hats, gloves and scarves brought into use. Stood stomping our feet on the grass, attempting to restore feeling. Hands firmly tucked into pockets, huddled against the chill. Oohed and aahed at the explosion of light and sound above. Then, warmed by the chatter, we headed for home, and the heat of the fire.

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Caterpillars and dunlin

The wind is behind the tide today. It rises up the beach, riding high onto the shore. Seaweed tumbles in on the waves, rolling into large caterpillars along the water’s edge. A flock of dunlin perch, absorbed in rummaging for the next tasty morsel.  Slowly I move closer. And closer. Timing my steps to the crash of the sea. Grandmothers footsteps writ large. A sudden move and off they go. Flashes of black and white, curved scimitars skimming their way along the strand.

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For more info on dunlin, check out this link. Lovely little birds.