Poetic Justice
Not long after you break your neck in three places (in a not-swimming-well-enough accident) people tend to ask a lot of questions.
Poetic Justice
Not quite Proustian but ... you know.
All ears, ginger hair and freckles
Small town on a cold autumn morning.
Are we, in part, the stories we tell?
After breakfast at Some Café
And now, here is the news from BBC Scotland ...
The law of ... a quiet suburban garden!
Give me the child until he is seven ...
Mothers Day, UK
Of red-haired mice and (this) old man
Storm on a summer's day
A poem in remembrance of Martin
And the technical term is ... warm.
Not the deadliest of nightshades by any measure ...
Happy New Year
Traditional Hogmanay Homemade Laksa
Living the dream ... or what?
In Spike's garden after days of heavy rain
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