Sunday, February 4, 2018. City Views, Country Dreams. Good morning from New York. Yes, it has been a while since I last posted. There have been several reasons for that long pause. With no further ado, I would like to wish everyone a belated Happy New Year. I will now backtrack a bit to let you all know that I had a lovely trip to London back in late November and early December, and was also fortunate to fit in a Cambridge visit. However, mid-January, I regret that my own life.

Musings from domesticity, creativity and motherhood. Such a joy to discover Tsundoku - which, judging by the response on Instagram, is a concept that many of us recognise but probably never felt the need for a word to articulate. And that is the beauty of words - their power to unite and to evoke an emotional response. A monthly word to be used as a creative stimulus for the month. And Januarys word - wish. Small word - BIG emotional response from me.

All of the poetry I post is my own, unless otherwise stated. All of the puzzlings likewise. Friday, 12 March 2010. Tenderly trace lines across my soul. Trailing bloody kisses through my thoughts,. Blazing words to my brain. Sanguine to the surface,. And turning to black,. That wriggle with pleasure,.

Correct opinions on almost everything. So, apparently, and unbelievably, I am about to do this.

Sunday, 11 August 2013. A huge thank you to my lovely friends on this blog. As you can see posting here has simply not been happening, I am finding the upkeep of one blog enough to deal with, so I have moved my 90 posts to my other blog A Trifle Rushed. Tuesday, 14 May 2013. Ballymaloe Cookery School Gardens and Shell House.

Still there has been colour here and there. Even though it has been more subdued . London was very pretty this year . Monday, 22 June 2015. In An English City Allotment. You trip over shards of pottery everywhere. Bees hover over a banana skin . A little boy brandishes a pink butterfly net . You flail at nettles and are mesmerised by hoverflies .

Between houses, between seasons, between different stages in life. Apologies in advance for the many, many photos in this post. On such a temperate day it really does.

How we moved to the West Country and learned to slow down even more. Clearly, Twinkies are the stuff of myth and legend. Judging by your comments, some of you have Pronounced Views on them, so this post is just for you.