It smells divine.

...which follows on from yesterday's post.

Ariadne's lead out of the labyrinth - these lead me back in.

Poplars wherever I go (apart from when I look for them)

A poem for today.

NO!!! It's not one of the Park Crows - but it is a murder of crows.

There's bird news as well - don't be put off by the Tarot and the... er... wand.

This evening after work (the job took 20 minutes, the travel took four hours and I had to wait around for three and a half hours - my...

I guess this is for people who can't read maps.

The peace of the reservoir's northern shores.

Again, a row had fallen. Again, they were coming into leaf. Again, the sweet scent of lemon-sherbet.

Life is green.

I found a LOT of this while on my run.

But Wuji has embraced the Poplar Project...

The other end of the copse has a different type of poplar.

Another fallen tree in the copse.