Monthly Archives: March 2015

Tenacity

Posted on March 22, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, Moors, tree | 7 Comments

Walking on Sunshine Blog Party

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent

So Olga asked if I was going to join Hugh’s party this weekend. Not one to pass up such an invitation, I cast about thinking of who to bring. Sally Cronin had already kicked off the shenanigans on Hugh’s pages, … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged blog party, Jack Lockwood, thriller | 26 Comments

Eclipse 2015

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent

We were lucky with the eclipse yesterday. It was touch and go, though, as I woke to heavy skies, covered in a pall of grey. Nevertheless, the camera was charged and came with me. British weather being notoriously fickle, I … Continue reading →

Posted in Photography | Tagged clouds, Dogs, eclipse, mother goddess, symbolism | 48 Comments

The season of the eight legged frog

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent

It is spring… there are daffodils and primulas… splashes of colour are everywhere… violets nestle beside the pathways and birds dart around with treasures in their beaks ready to build their nests. And the frogs are back. Lots of them. … Continue reading →

Posted in nature | Tagged birds, frogs, Garden, mating, rat, Squirrel | 29 Comments

Stars

Posted on March 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Posted in flowers, Photography, Poetry | Tagged clematis, haiku, Spring | 8 Comments

Eclipse

Posted on March 20, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged cords of life, haiku, reaper, sun | 19 Comments

Bloody weird

Posted on March 20, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Sorry. I forgot the ‘and’… But there are no two ways about it, both applied this morning. It started, had I but known it, two nights ago. Ani was sprawled asleep on the remains of the sofa, having decommissioned it … Continue reading →

Posted in Dogs, Humour | Tagged flowers, glass, spooky | 46 Comments

Conversation with the small dog

Posted on March 20, 2015 by Sue Vincent

“It’s obvious, I have to say, My face adorns the book… And there are few who can resist This cheeky canine look.” “But just a mo,” the writer said, “I think the book is mine…” “Without my inspiration Do you … Continue reading →