A glorious sunny morning for this Malvern hillside. Pearly lambent1 mist – full of hormonal birds, squawking, tweeting, posing and arguing since about four this morning.
I’ll be back at the day job today but it’s been a good week off, writing-wise: novel pages added (WIP is now c.19,000 words), a couple of poems and the veg patch dug and ready for planting. Rhubarb would be waist high if I hadn’t picked four crumbles-worth already and we ate our first salad from early sowings last night.
Just glanced at the search terms people have used to find this blog – always joyously bemusing – and I can now add:
fox facts – ah, might not be quite what you wanted
tu-whit tu-who–a merry note – I wonder if greasy Joan might start her own blog?
foxx tail porn – no, just no.
“ovine pen” – a writing site for woolly thinkers?
what tone of voice should you use when reciting the playground by michael rosen – try YouTube?
1 Lambent. One of those words that are now on the cliché list for over-use in posh poetry – along with fractal, cerulean, liminal, mote etc. Just used “mote” as one of the line-end words for a sestina – so hoping that variations – in one verse as “emote” and another as “moat” – will scrape me through the cliché trap but the fact that I am dwelling on it means probably not.