Monthly Archives: April 2013
It looks so shiny and new. A deep chestnut-brown bench. Yet it sits on the bed of chipped-stone gravel we made for it as if it’s been there for ever. Our hope of a summer days outside resides in its … Continue reading
She shoots out of a hedge and lands at my feet with a squeak. She demands to be picked up and settles onto my shoulder, purring. Her grey back and white tummy are as smooth as silk, her eyes narrowing … Continue reading
Without worms, no soil. Without soil, no plants. Without plants, no food. Slimy, small, seemingly insignificant; I watch them munching and burrowing, as I learn their true worth.
The small room reverberates with laughter. A table is stacked high with food brought to share. We sit together, sharing food, games and stories into the night.
She stretches out her hand and places it gently on my arm. A gesture of comfort that’s worth a thousand words. She keeps it there for a few minutes as we talk, reassuring me that I am not alone.
In the entrance sits a woman in a wheelchair. She looks thin and grey, holding a small cup of water in her hand. Our eyes meet and we smile. A moment of human contact, comforting for us both, I hope.
A sunny Spring evening at a village pub. People relax, eating and drinking outside as the sun sets. Two morris dancing sides, one male, one female, dance out our national day with joy and laughter.
They catch insects in their beaks, barely touching the river’s rushing surface. Dipping and diving, they carry Spring on their wings.
He stands majestically amongst the trees. His mane and tail blow in the wind, but he faces it stoically. His brown and white striped head turns towards me and his long-eyelashed eyes regard me.
He stands at an old concrete bus stop. Straight and tall, he is clad in a sensible plant-green waxed jacket. He stares as we drive past, his long off-white beard hanging in a neat triangle down to his navel.