January 6th

As dusk falls the birds signal the lengthening days with full throated song.

Fourteenth January

A seagull flies low over my car and there are others. They have all come inland to shelter so stormy weather is sure to follow

Thirteenth January - First glimmer of spring

In the early morning dark before I turn on the bathroom room light I hear a Blackbird call from the garden.

Tenth January

Overnight the sky has been blown clean save for a scatter of starlings being bustled about by the wind.

Sixth January Bird

A small black bird running across the road surrounded by cars. I take my foot off the accelerator as the moorhen dashes for the safety of the kerb. 

Fifth January

I have kept one green shiny Christmas decoration which looks like a goblin.

Fourth January - postcard

With a few final stitches the postcard quilt is finished and ready to go out into the world with its poem.

Third January - Covent Garden

A giant Moomin appeared from behind the shop counter, padded and riddiculous but somehow enchanting.

Second January Angels

This will be a year of unexpected angels.

First of January

We follow the path to top of Ivinghoe Beacon, in the footsteps of thousands of ancestors and today, at least,  in the hoofprints of several shaggy higland cattle.

Seventh of January - breathe

All I have to do is to breathe in and then out so simple and yet impossible to do only this.

Sixth of January - dreaming

Discovering that January is meant to be dreamtime and not for resolving to be a better, fitter, cleverer person has freed me to spend time with myself.

Fifth of January - hedgerow

Last of the yellow crab apples, alight in the hedgerow like small lanterns.

Fourth of January - Hyacinths

The trio of Christmas Hyacinths in a race to see which will be the first to flower

Third of January

The community library's lit windows are like a lighthouse in the gathering winter dark.

Second January - Orchid

In the kitchen at the office a white orchid with yellow veins has been flowering away to itself over the Christmas break.

First Small Stone of 2014

I did write this in my notebook last night but didn't want to get out my laptop to post it. I observe my alone-ness as if it were a small animal in need of shelter.

Small Stones for 2014

Time to blow the dust off this blog for the start of another year and to get into the habit of pausing to notice small stones again.

29th January Cloakroom

Amongst the coats and towels of the cloakroom I am not hiding, merely finding a quiet moment.

Monday 28th January

The rain warm wet soft on my face.