Flattened to the ground, crocuses lie pale; their royal purples leached by wind and rain. Misled by unseasonal warmth they have struggled into flower too early.
Moss-covered roots spread wide but only scratch the surface of the ground; clinging to the sodden peat they brace the fir for blasts from wind and rain.
(Above:- a couple of small pebbles today. For yesterday I completely ran out of steam and the only stones I might have had anything to do with would have been more a disconnection from, rather than a connection to life in general and my bit of it in particular.)
Dog-sitting a beardie ( a bearded collie - like the border collie but hairier). She smiles! Rather scary if you didn't know it is friendly, as she lifts her top lip and shows her front teeth including canines but it is a smile. In order to get a grin, with mouth full open, all that is needed is a short game of fetch the tennis ball and then the joy is huge, until you hide the ball away so she can't find it and insist you throw again, and again, and again…ad infinitum. Our companion animals so often have distinct personalities, it is no wonder that we miss those with whom we have spent many years.
To de-clutter (a continuous and continuing process) or to clutter… I ought to do the first but think I'll go and add to the mass of paper I posses by trying some drawing exercises about perspective and geometry. Fortunately the chances that any of these doodles will warrant any kind of keeping should mean not too much clutter, just more paper to be recycled.
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