Seasons: Summer – good side

There are few things as soothing to the soul as sitting on green grass in warm sunshine, not a care in the world, lazily watching cotton-wool clouds drift idly across an azure sky. If this scene is accompanied by a faint breeze infused with fragrant honeysuckle, the gentle lapping of a conveniently situated stream and a plentiful supply of cooling refreshments, then one is most likely close to experiencing the perfect summer’s day.

I’m reading an Austen novel at the moment. Who else finds whatever they’re reading influences how they’re writing?

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Ro x

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Diary Excerpt: Puppet Plays

April, some years ago, Age 9

Today, we got to watch Miss Jamieson’s class do their puppet plays! We have to do ours as well, next week. Ours is called ‘the wild dog chase’. I’m going to have dinner soon.

My mother recently uncovered all of my childhood / teenage diaries. This was quite a find, as I genuinely thought they had all been sucked into that mysterious black vortex that exists in the homes of those who like to hoard  hold onto things for sentimental value (I am included here…). Continue reading

Seasons: Winter – good side

When the screaming wind is finally replaced by the sweet embrace of silence, when the snow comes to settle and the land is cloaked in a pristine whiteness rivalling the best artist’s canvas, that is the time of winter I like best. The air is achingly cold but still, and every breath is filled with the fresh scent of pines and a promise that all storms eventually come to pass, leaving behind a chance to start anew.

Asked my brother for an idea and he said ‘the crispness of a winter morning’ so I did the above. Will try to do shorts for the other seasons too 🙂

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Ro x