I’ve been watching for a while. First, as the little bluetits explored their options, then as Mrs Bluetit decided against moving house, they began rebuilding, flying backwards and forwards with the materials they needed to make a soft, warm nest for their babies.
There was a bit of a lull then, as Mum got busy laying their eggs, while Dad defended their nest against all comers.
Now, the pair of them are running themselves ragged, cleaning the nest daily and making constant sorties, every few minutes, to bring food back for their babies.
They are far from tame, but totally unafraid of the strange creature with the camera. I don’t approach the nest, though there have been a couple of near misses as I have been walking close by as they come in to land. But they approach me, hunting grubs, seeds and small insects, with the desperation that is…
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My partner Andy (aka Android) has been a legend in these changing times, making us lovely meals, tending to his allotment and generally looking after me and our five furry friends. We have our ups and downs like any long term couple and I feel so grateful for the sense of groundedness that he brings to my life.
I live with an amazing man
who always does the best he can
So full of trust, so full of care
His acts of kindness everywhere
The meals he cooks, the seeds he sows
He builds us up, he helps us grow
When something breaks, he’s there to mend
He’s loyalty, he’s my best friend
Sometimes we are like chalk and cheese
I want full on and he wants ease
but we have been through such a lot
I’m grateful for the love we’ve got
The miles walked, the beaches…
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Wake up early in the morning and watch the sunrise
I am always taken aback by its amazing delights
Dazzling as it comes into view
These beautiful sunrises remind me of you
Warm and golden, a sight to behold
I can sense the power that such beauty holds
I’d love to sit and watch the sunrise with you
Or maybe that would be too much beauty in all truth
But we can sit and watch it rise on the roof
And share a special moment just me and you.
Welcome back to another Monday prompt.
You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
I will try to reblog your response on my blog.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee
Does this picture inspire you to write something?
Image credit- Pixabay- ArtTower
(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a road leading towards a dwelling in the forest. It is hidden in fog and surrounded by tall trees. A light is shining brightly out of the window of the house)
Waiting eagerly for your responses.
Thanking you all for joining this prompt.
Huh? Jolly, why are all our friends here this morning … it’s only … it’s only … what day is it, anyway? Huh? Monday??? Are you sure? Sigh. Uh … hi folks! I’m sorry … I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights and I guess it’s catching up with me. Just give me a second to put on some clothes and we’ll see what we can find to start the week off with a smile or a chuckle. Meanwhile … Jolly, would you put a few snacks out for our friends, and make a fresh pot of coffee? Oh … and don’t forget rawgod’s tea!!!
I almost missed it … would have missed it if not for my dear friend Ellen who, knowing and sharing my preference for a nice glass of wine 🍷 in the evening, emailed yesterday to tell me that today is National Wine Day! …
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In the war of light and dark
There’s a place called the grey
Where rules are made
And lines are crossed
And broken everyday
The line is getting thinner
And soon too hard to see
When the war is over
Will I be light or dark?
Or the thin grey line you see
Writing my second novel has been a ferocious two-year battle consisting of two strong-willed opponents; me versus my mind.
My second novel (working title: Meet Me in Blue Cove Bay) is not finished by any means but one stage of this great battle has ended; after two years I have finally finished writing the story I want to tell. I have lost count of the number of drafts, total rewrites and revisions. That inner nagging whisper has gone. You know when your novel is unfinished and you keep getting this nagging whisper which says, ‘that book won’t write itself.’
More battles lie ahead of me; editing, revising, polishing, querying and finding a route for publication. As authors we never give up fighting until the physical book is actually in our hands.
The two-year battle against my mind has taught me a lot about myself which I thought I would…
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