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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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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.