I am lost in writing. I am in the Iron Age. Second draft. Rough edges. Rough middle. Super rough ending. Full of raw emotion. Ragged with it, as am I.
I revel in timeless pictures and misty woods. And lockdown has not kept those from me. I know I am lucky in this, and hope you are all finding some beauty too.
There’s been tree felling here, so soon after Aikey. The wider world is strange and changed and the immediate world mimics it in metaphor. Whoops. This post seems to be approaching a pretentious overuse of literary devices, especially alliteration… Things may be odd, but there’s no excuse for that!
Scots Pines. Sturdy and strong. Oops.
I love the gnarly nature of the hazel trees. It could have been worse. I could have added the word ‘nutty’. But just for a moment, I am going to give in to this curious compulsion…
There have been many misty mornings. And, with that one terrible sentence, it is gone…
The gean trees (wild Scottish cherry) are blossoming.
Sunsets are wonderful. The moon is too, though it’s blurry; I’ve never taken a good photo of the moon.
I’ll be doing #CelebsForSmallBiz again tonight on Twitter. So many lovely things over there, do join me if you can, 9-10pm BST.
A woodland quote from THE MERMAID AND THE BEAR:
Stay safe. Stay well. Feel free to share any lockdown beauty you find too 🙂