thousands of bright new dandelions in this drifting, roiling snow

the runner bean seedlings can't wait to reach for the stars

spherical fuschia-pink peony buds
begin to tilt their shiny petals
exposing a ragged mass of yellow stamens
surrounding three fuschia-pink hearts

rain rain rain

At the plant sale

This stretched-out slit-eyed dog's the colour
of fine sand trickled through your fingers,
the edges of the water glinting behind you.

At the trendy album launch

We aren't young any more old. We sit and sip our drinks and talk of growing asparagus.

Looking up at cherry blossom: pale pink frilled and silken petticoats.

I can seeeee youuuuuu....

Blackbird puts his head down shyly, scuttles off to hide in the waterfall of pampas grass.

happiness is....

planting nubbly beetroot seeds before breakfast

In the graveyard

He sits and drinks strong cider, speeding his journey from above ground to underneath.

dinner on the move

the car fills up with hot chip stink

Rapeseed fields

Flagrant yellow is starting to rise to the surface
as blood comes to the cheeks of a timorous girl.

planting seeds: ingredients

cornflower / sunflower / love-in-the-mist / cosmos / penstemon / dirt

one hundred fuschia lipstick coloured tulips
hover above tangles of violet pansies
in crumbling waisted teracotta pots

The nettles outside the window are getting bigger.

Therapist in the stream

Today she loves her clients. Time flows like water over smooth pebbles.

a pinprick of blood has found its way from inside me to out

Fatty

I pull the tick off but the flat black head stays in. He meows in pain as I try and try to pincer it out, but he doesn't struggle.

Road sign on the way to Hereford

Drybrook
Cinderford

plans for healthy eating crumble like these buttery heart-shaped biscuits fresh from the oven

Red Roosters line the windowsills, quietly chitting.

dried cherries

look like raisins but taste much nicer

Garden choral

wind through bamboo leaves
high-pitched twittering
-cuckoo- -cuckoo-
bumblebee drone

A goldfinch becomes a leaf, floating (resting on the air) from branch to feeder.
A leaf becomes a goldfinch, darting (carried on the air) between two cars.

Last year's hundred
fritillary bulbs
have blessed this shady
corner with
two blushing blooms.
Their snakeskin heads hang low.

007

Last year's Bond is just too much. Give me leisurely panning shots.

First visitor, book signing

Are you the published author? I'm writing a book. It's about animals. It might take me five years to finish. It has an octopus and a cow with udders, the udders are like washing up gloves. It might take me a long time to finish it, maybe five years. It's good to meet you. You're a published author.

As soon as I understand the fight it isn't a fight anymore.

light-loving ladybird

papery rustling, and every so often hard shell hurled at metal connects with a -ping!-

Outside the house, a mound of pheasant feathers, flesh and bones.
His lady-friend now makes her morning feeder visits alone.