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Once mighty flowers
felled by cruel winter storms
provide for new shoots
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by Scooj
Tag: Season
Storm approaching
.
Barometer falls
from fair to rain and dropping
high winds expected
.
by Scooj
That feeling
.
In the warming air
my pale face bathed in sunlight
spring is approaching
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by Scooj
First snow
.
Icing sugar dust
just enough to turn green white
winter in full bloom
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by Scooj
Below zero
.
A proper winter
just how I remember it
frosty cold and dry
.
by Scooj
Winter chill
.
The mild weather yields
conceding territory
cold winter begins
.
by Scooj
English climate change
.
Dry spell continues
after such a wet winter
a summer-like spring
.
by Scooj
Ever so slightly cool
Soft wind sweetly blows
gently soothing sun-soaked skin
it’s not yet summer
by Scooj
Upside
.
These summer-spring days
small compensation for the
lock down misery
.
by Scooj
Although I have to say that I am enjoying the slower pace and quiet streets. Of course the full horror of the virus is too much to bear, but I am clinging to simple pleasures.
Some good comes of it
Social distancing
leads me to the allotment
two years neglected
by Scooj
Following the deaths of my father and father-in-law over the last two springs and all the ensuing emotional and practical baggage (plus a smattering of unhelpful weather), it has been almost two years since I went to my allotment. Somehow I’ve not yet been kicked off.
I visited it yesterday and I have my work cut out for me this spring (if allowed to go there) it is covered on grass and brambles. My son has volunteered to help me get it sorted, because he needs distractions from the probable boredom ahead. It felt good to see it again, and I got all my seeds out today to prepare for a new season.
