1. Tiny seeds are blowing in through my office window, reminding me of outside, reminding me of digging out mare’s tail roots, reminding me of the blissful order in nature, even in the most overgrown places.
Last night I watched bees going in and out of Indian Balsam flowers. The balsam is flowering along the Dodder. I saw a kingfisher dart out from the riverbank a few times. After the weekend rain, the river is starting to settle and is lower, calmer, clearer.

    Tiny seeds are blowing in through my office window, reminding me of outside, reminding me of digging out mare’s tail roots, reminding me of the blissful order in nature, even in the most overgrown places.

    Last night I watched bees going in and out of Indian Balsam flowers. The balsam is flowering along the Dodder. I saw a kingfisher dart out from the riverbank a few times. After the weekend rain, the river is starting to settle and is lower, calmer, clearer.

    3 weeks ago  /  8 notes

  2. Torrential rain to blazing sunshine in five minutes flat.

    Torrential rain to blazing sunshine in five minutes flat.

    3 weeks ago  /  7 notes

  3. The tall teasel by the Dodder started to flower this week. Reliably bee-full.

    The tall teasel by the Dodder started to flower this week. Reliably bee-full.

    1 month ago  /  5 notes

  4. 
"There arose in me a multitude of thoughts through which at last came floating a vision of the woods of home and of another place — the lake where the Arun rises."

The Four Men, Belloc

    "There arose in me a multitude of thoughts through which at last came floating a vision of the woods of home and of another place — the lake where the Arun rises."

    The Four Men, Belloc

    1 month ago  /  0 notes

  5. I just remembered I had a four-leaf clover. I left it pressing in a book. I left the book in Sussex. I think my books all went to a charity shop.
Someone will buy an old book about France and good luck will come tumbling out.

    I just remembered I had a four-leaf clover. I left it pressing in a book. I left the book in Sussex. I think my books all went to a charity shop.

    Someone will buy an old book about France and good luck will come tumbling out.

    1 month ago  /  8 notes

  6. Today’s sky: a poem of long lines and short words.

    Today’s sky: a poem of long lines and short words.

    1 month ago  /  6 notes

  7. Here’s a green to warm your heart.

    Here’s a green to warm your heart.

    1 month ago  /  7 notes

  8. After reading, I lie down and think about my home, the home of my heart. I open out my arms and the sky opens back. Open and endless.
Time slows. I can hear small spiders making their way through the grass. I must be dreaming. 

    After reading, I lie down and think about my home, the home of my heart. I open out my arms and the sky opens back. Open and endless.

    Time slows. I can hear small spiders making their way through the grass. I must be dreaming. 

    1 month ago  /  11 notes

  9. A hot day has turned into a moiling evening
The sky is heavy and full of wheeling gulls
Ants and flying ants are all out and frantic
I’m home now, windows wide open, on my bed, waiting for the rain

    A hot day has turned into a moiling evening
    The sky is heavy and full of wheeling gulls
    Ants and flying ants are all out and frantic
    I’m home now, windows wide open, on my bed, waiting for the rain

    1 month ago  /  6 notes

  10. A buddleia bloom reached out and touched me gently on the arm.

    I haven’t spoken to anyone today.

    1 month ago  /  8 notes

  11. Having time to watch the world turn is a great gift. Gently and day by day, I am given something to live for.
Coming back after a week away is another treat. Red mushrooms have appeared. Hogweed has turned to dry stalks, with umbels seedy instead of foamy white. Bright yellow ragwort is coming out.

    Having time to watch the world turn is a great gift. Gently and day by day, I am given something to live for.

    Coming back after a week away is another treat. Red mushrooms have appeared. Hogweed has turned to dry stalks, with umbels seedy instead of foamy white. Bright yellow ragwort is coming out.

    1 month ago  /  8 notes

  12. I saw a twite making a sound and a move that no other bird makes.

    I enjoyed watching razorbills take off, fly and land.

    These are Dave’s photos.

    1 month ago  /  5 notes

  13. I’m retreating into trees.

    2 months ago  /  4 notes

  14. Yesterday I was all like: my life is a failure, I’m a failure, I wish I was dead
Today I’m all like: ah sure, I can live with it

    Yesterday I was all like: my life is a failure, I’m a failure, I wish I was dead

    Today I’m all like: ah sure, I can live with it

    2 months ago  /  7 notes

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