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Archive for the tag “spring”

#Tanka 38 — War & Peace

Spring happens, despite.
Unable to change whole world,
ponder one flower.
Beyond the thump of war drums,
doves of peace sing their hearts out.

Monday Morning #Haiku 154 — Cherry Blossom

Wedding photo shoot
Cherry blossom in churchyard
Nature obeys bride

Monday Morning #Haiku 149 — Camellia Flowers

Winter hangover
Camellia shouts springtime
Instant cure for gloom

Monday Morning #Haiku 99 — Green (1)

spring vegetation

Spring vegetation
Green shows off its many shades
Smells almost too rich

Monday Morning #Haiku 6 — Trees, Early Spring

Treetops in March

~ Hallucination ~
Trees try on blue sky for size;
who wants clouds for hats?

Tanka #17


Reflected in glass,
the hooded photographer.
~ another kingdom ~
Vegetation, blooms, phantoms:
Spring’s sun-captured window art.

Spring haiku #6


horse chestnut in bloom
abundance of pink flowers
conker factory


For any of my followers from outside of the UK who haven’t heard of the traditional English children’s game of “conkers”, you can read about it at

Spring haiku #5


CrowsOnSkipCrows scavenge for scraps.
Full skip awaits collection;
garbage crawls with ants.

Spring haiku #3 + my 1st video: close encounter of a foxy kind

Cornered by brown dog,
fox cub acquires fighting skills.
Boundary dispute.

This is my first video ever, so please excuse the quality. Today’s learning curve — transferring a video from my camera on to my PC, converting the file from AV1 to wmp, and uploading it on to YouTube. Now I know how to do these three things, I can dream about making a book promotion video in the next couple of years. (note: that last statement is an example of positive thinking)

You’ll see from video that my dog and the cub begin by having a long staring contest, followed by a confrontation that’s all bark and no bite. From watching this feisty cub close up, I’ve decided wild animals, even when they’re five-weeks’ old, are not sweet and cuddly things. Just nobody put their fingers near a cub’s mouth, or you might come away minus a few digits.

I telephoned the local animal rescue people to check whether they needed to move the cub to safety, but they said leave it for 12 hours as the mother vixen is probably moving her litter one-by-one and has deposited her cub in a safe place (bad choice) and will return to collect her cub later. Good news, she collected her cub by midday, so I don’t have to contend with another sleepless night while my dog overturns chairs in the kitchen and bays through the kitchen window at foxes crossing her territory to move dens. Let’s hope the vixen has finished transporting her cubs now, and doesn’t decide to deposit another one behind my garden shed this evening. And just so you can all go “ah, isn’t it sweet” here is a still I took of the cub.


Allotment haiku #2 plus planting update for spring


Nephrotoxic leaves.
Thinking of rhubarb crumble,
pink, heaped with sugar.


As some of you will remember, we inherited an allotment last September, which was full of weeds and rubbish. The heavy clearance and digging is now complete, thanks to my husband, Victor, and son, Joshua.

Since then, Victor has gone on to plant all sorts of goodies, the rhubarb being the soil’s first edible offering of the year. The garlic is also coming along well, so I’ll soon be able to stink out my fellow singers with my Mediterranean-style breath.

Everything is probably a month behind, due to the recalcitrant weather, and something ate our strawberry plants, but we are looking forward to potatoes, broad beans, peas, parsnips, carrots, onions, shallots, asparagus (no dead cow buried underneath), radishes, rocket, parsley, cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, artichokes, sea kale, raspberries, redcurrents, blueberries, blackcurrants, gooseberries, strawberries (replacement plants), apples, hazelnuts, figs, and red grapes.

Over the next few months, we’re hoping to see a reduction in our monthly grocery bill, as well as enjoying the restorative effects of a diet rich in freshly picked produce, with all those superb extra vitamins and minerals. And I’m going to have to learn to make jam and chutney.

Allotment: April (Year 1)

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