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L3 (Day 30): Betula Pendula
Along with buddleja, the silver birch, (betula pendula) is often the first tree to set down roots and become established in the most unlikely situations. It grows fast and its white bark seems to split under the stress of holding the slender trunk together as it shoots up. It quickly becomes a tree of ornamental →
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On Friendship (continued)
We have all the time required to be gentle. Friendship will endure. ~ CLP 03/02/2021 →
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L3: Day 29 On The Bridge
I was walking back from the shop, carrying a paper bag of groceries in my arms when I reached the bridge. I have been here before, but not like this. There has usually been some kind of run up, run out, or just gradually being run down. Not this time. I just thought, from nowhere →
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Lockdown 3 (Day 26): Yaxham
I cycled west from Norwich deeper into the heart of East Anglia. I passed poultry farms and great swathes of open fields, solid flint wall churches with square towers, wind turbines, solar panels and the remains of at least one war time airfield. The old road was marked by roughly estimated mile stones. On one →
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Lockdown 3 (Day 25): Inside
A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort. A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what →
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On Playing xvii
You playing or not quite certain what the game is? Me neither. Your turn! ~ n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad. When →
Journey of Words 