shake it...

 like a polaroid picture...
Here are three I took yesterday...

 

morning...

In bed, I listen

To the rhythm of the sea

And a purring cat 

♥

fog on the tyne...

 

A single sunbeam 

Reaches out from misty sky

And touches my heart

groan...

The weathered wheelbarrow waits

by a weary watering can

which has

suddenly

sprung 

a leak.

But luckily there isn't a hole

in my 

bucket...

hmm. I should probably delete this, shouldn't I! - I certainly hadn't planned on ending it with the 'hole in my bucket' scenario, but it just seemed to write itself. That song reminds me of seemingly never-ending car journeys in the summer holidays of a long time ago, from Whitley Bay to Kent. Intertwined with non-stop 'Are we there yet??'s, were endless games of 'I spy' and rousing sing-songs, led by my dad, presumably originating from his days of being in the scouts.... There's a hole in my bucket / On Ilkley Moor bah tat / The quartermaster's store /   Under the lilacs / Weel may the keel row / One man went to mow / and so on ... and on ... and on...

spring...

 

The bluetit by the nesting box

Sings a joyful song...

 While a blackbird takes a bath...

 Then the gentle breeze whispers

'Spring'.

waiting...

I sit for a while 

and wait...

For what,

I don't know.

But tranquility

Arrives...

♥

Pond life...

 Ripples on the pond

Shimmering in the sunlight

Then the scarecrow smiles...

more march moments...

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn-tree: A spruce little fellow as ever could be; His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black, So long was his tail, and so glossy his back...

Dinah Maria Mulock 

each moment matters...

another day, another haiku...

Bittersweet moments

Watching ducks enjoy the sea;

Somehow, life feels good...

 

black & white & bits in between...

Tulips

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.~ Sylvia Plath  Tabitha The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.  - Jules Reynard

the kitchen

Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.

Harriet Van Horne

... polaroid film is really hard to come across at a reasonable price, which I think is a big shame... I've just got some black & white polaroid film, so I tested it out - see above pics... I'm not sure what the round bits are down the sides, but hey, it adds something a bit different to the photos... I'm telling myself that mistakes can be good!

springing back to life...

After a long hard year, there have been a couple of days this week when I have finally felt good. The weight has been lifted a little, and there is a spring in my step. Spring is everywhere, in fact.
I've been at the allotment every morning this week, and it's been gorgeous. Here are a few haikus I wrote there this morning, along with some photos...

As sun gently shines

The wood pigeon nods his head.

We share a moment.

In the morning sun

Birdsong rings out everywhere

It's the sound of spring

In a playful mood

Sunshine kisses my shoulder

With whispering wind

Like easter bonnets

Daffodils brighten the day

With a yellow splash

Ladybirds brighten

Deadwood on the compost heap

With polka dot macs

Just for a moment

Silence sweeps through the garden.

Time seems to stand still.

~~~

A fresh start ... and a love heart! ...

Hello and welcome to my new blog! 

After a great deal of thought and with very mixed feelings, I have decided to separate my blog into two - one will be more counselling & self help related (http://abcounselling.blogspot.com/), whereas this one will be more personal - photos, poems, music, musings, and so on. 

I will write more about this decision on my other blog once I have managed to find some time from somewhere!