I am still hanging on to the memory of summer’s final glance over her shoulder as she heartlessly moves on to another lover which sad moment leaves me free to start writing again. Mindful of too many summers seasoned with damp disappointment, the traditional Englishman’s inheritance, means that I am hopelessly vulnerable to the warmth of the sun on the back of my neck through my office window and that, on feeling this sensation, I am drawn from my chair to the garden, to the fields, to wherever I can be in summer…..without having to travel….I want summer on my doorstep. Cooking, reading, swimming, sleeping, drinking, eating, talking, taking pictures ….but not writing. And so, with summer’s passing I have set my virtual feather duster to sweeping the cobwebs from my cerebral keyboard, which may take some time, as the true culprit for my silence has not been summer but my own delicious seasonal laziness from which morass I am loathe to extricate myself. ..
Hidden treasure….
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Roger: when will you begin teaching writing instead [or should I say ‘in addition to’] of photography ? Sweeping ‘cobwebs from my cerebral keyboard’ . . . . a perennial desire nought to do with an Indian Summer I fervently hope you will have . . . .
Thanks so much, Eha….that has certainly blown away some cobwebs…:)
Thanks so much, Eha….that has certainly blown away some cobwebs…:)
So evocative of pleasant moments.
Thank you, Sally….always pleased to know that you’ve visited…:)
Roger I agree with Eha’s comment. So really what’s in the pot??
Wish I knew..I saw this as I was walking past an old farm building..however, in my own pot there are some interesting things that I’m going to publish once we get our internet back…:(
Waiting with eager anticipation …
I shall do my best not to disappoint.. thanks for the confidence. .:)