At last the year is slowly feeling like it’s getting into gear. The little hints are there, daylight is no longer packing its bags for the day mid afternoon and plants and the like are beginning to shuffle off the winter inertia and jiggle back into life. The queue at my bird table is livening up as well and I’ve already had a couple of adventurous bees bumbling around the few spring flowers that have made the brave decision to open.
I’m sat in my little spare bedroom of an office watching the rain hammer down outside, which is I suppose preferable to being out in it. Even without the current sadnesses and difficulties, this is a part of the year that always drags for me. Daylight is still on the scarce side and the weather is as unpredictable as a half starved Bugblatter Beast from Traal ( yes it’s the kind of weather where a Hoopy Frood needs to know where his towel is #HGTTG )
Autumn has packed it’s bags. The showy reds and golds of the trees are all but gone for another year to be replaced by the cool, grey sternness of another winter.
Any of you readers who soldier on with my blog will have noticed that I have a liking for parks and gardens. Astley Hall and its Park is a favourite of mine that’s not too far away from where I live.
I have to admit that I’m not the biggest fan of spiders. I’m not exactly afraid of them and I don’t go out of my way to kill them. We have a sort of Live And Let Live agreement, they go their way, I go mine. It’s just that there’s something about their endless patience, that sitting, waiting approach that is just the wrong side of sinister. An eternal stillness […]
I don’t know about you but I often find doorways fascinating. Anybody looking through my photo files will find random shots of them in all shapes and sizes. Like the introduction on the old Semprini Serenades radio show, they are Old Ones, New Ones, Loved Ones, Neglected ones. They range from evening shots of slinky, city centre office blocks with their neon cool. To back street firms with virtually the […]
