Who’s got the food?
Don’t look at me!
I caught one!
I can’t bear to look!
So darn noisy!
Don’t mess with me!
A teddy bear’s picnic,
Where else but in the woods?
Watched by two wise birds.
One last offering from Shropshire. It didn’t seem to sit well on the end of Monday’s walk though that is when I saw them, in the grounds of the Longmynd Hotel, before we tramped wearily back into Church Stretton. I love the owl but the bears are a bit creepy, don’t you think?
Have a good Thursday!
I spy, with my eye,
A goldfinch, sweetly gilded.
Pure labour of love
Hand-painted, on my daughter’s living room wall. He seems to be looking Over his shoulder, rather wisely, I think. Join Paula in this week’s Thursday’s Special for a totally incredible look at the moon.
eastwards. Tortured by the breeze.
Always in motion
I did say I was leaving my Algarve behind, but you can probably see why it’s hard to do so. For Paula’s Pick a word in June I am illustrating Branching and Continual. For Gilly, a little haiku, because I miss her. Thursday’s Special, isn’t it?
An old, fisherman’s table
Rusted now and all forlorn
‘Gainst the shimmering
Stealing my title from Gilly this morning, but I know she won’t mind. I’m just sharing a last few soothing Algarve images before I return to the real world. If you’ve never met Gilly, you’re in for a treat. Go and say hello!
A leap for freedom.
Tethered to the pedestal,
The lily pad yet lures
Today Thursday’s Special is all about Mirroring. I love watery reflections and, just occasionally, I like to play with Lunapic too.
And then there were two! Please go and visit Paula for another of her sublime images.
Shall we revel in curvaceous beauty?
Shaking off the kiss of rain.
Don’t you like my curves?
After the rather sombre mood of my last post I’m in need of a little uplifting beauty. The Weekly Photo Challenge gives me the perfect opportunity. I hope Jude will approve this for her garden too.
Gilly – for you I have your own personal six words. “I don’t have time to tanka”.
Warm hugs to all. Have a great weekend, and don’t forget to share with Cate. Join me on Monday for one last Polish walk?
With colour, to lift the gloom.
Small beacons of bright.
For years I’ve admired these small balls of Spring fuzz in the Algarve, not knowing what they were. I guess the knowledge is worth a celebratory haiku. Gilly is feeling rather sad this week, so I hope this might cheer her up.
I don’t know how much laptop time I’ll have this weekend, as I’m eagerly anticipating the arrival of my daughter. I’ll be around if I can, but in case I miss you, I wish you all a peaceful and happy Easter.
Heading south, to look for Spring
Winging it, once more.
Dawn’s rays on the horizon
Above molten skies
This was going to be my Thursday post (minus the six words header) but I got distracted. It’s still appropriate, because I’m off to the Algarve on Monday. I will be posting a short walk first, partly to remind you that I’ve gone, but mostly because I hate to keep my contributors to Jo’s Monday walk waiting till I get back.
Have a great weekend, and don’t forget to pop in on Cate at Show My Face with your six words. I won’t be here next weekend. I wonder… does this qualify as a Vibrant start to the day?
Is there any such word?
Cold and shivery, if so!
Tiny ice crystals
Snow was fleeting in my part of the world, so I had to be quick with the camera. While Jude was loitering inside the glasshouse I was out in the fingerless gloves. Who’s the fool, I ask myself. Certainly not Jude!
When I was folder-ing these away, I came across some evidence that our hellebores really don’t seem to mind snow. Nor the rhododendrons, come to that. But then, don’t they come from the Himalayas?
That’s quite enough snowku for this month! I just sneaked a look at next month’s Garden Photography Challenge. ‘Monochrome’… over to you!
Hellebore, my friend,
Tilting up your Winter smile.
Stay with me, till Spring?
Use your imagination, said Jude. I really didn’t need to. They were just waiting for me to notice them, so I could enter the Winter Garden challenge this week. My Lazy Poet friend Gilly found some too. We now have a chorus of hellebore!