Is It Time?

Gentle snowdrops raise their heads
to peep through frost-rimed grass,
petals tightly furled for warmth.
“Is it time?” they ask.


Making Time

Very busy day.
I make time to sit outside
soaking up sunshine.

Hand Washing

Time consuming hand-washing.
Why do things go awry
when the maintenance department is away?
This time it is my washing machine
that refuses to play.


Frustration; stuck
in traffic jams at road-works
and in queues at check-outs,
shopping in town.
So much time wasted.

A Week

A week when time
is in short supply,
with far too much to do
and energy very low!


However busy,
time spent playing
with a grandchild
is never wasted.

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If I have not visited your blog recently please accept my apologies. I seem to be having some issues with WordPress at the moment and can’t access my ‘Reader’ for the recent posts on the blogs I follow. I am doing my best to resolve the problem which is no doubt caused by some recent ‘improvements’.


Afternoon baking;
first time for quite a long while.
Oh what a delight.


Almost, but not quite;
Magnolia buds waiting to burst
when the time is right.


Busy all day;
no time to think,
no time to write,
no words to say!


Seasons confusion;
here and there a trace
of spring blossoms out of time,
while the first hint of autumn
touches lightly on the leaves.

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