The roads are aitches and vees
Hidden by the trees
A purple poppy
Picked from paternal pa’s porch
Pops! Perfect present.
Based on a true story. My Mum brought me a gift of some poppy seeds years ago; offspring of some that my great grandfather had first planted in his garden. I grew some, and they were a delicious purple colour. I still have some seeds from the batch I grew – time to get sowing my heirloom plant, methinks (hope they’re still OK).
October; boring
Summer over, Yule to come
Not warm; not cold… tricked!
As a tribute to Ronnie Corbett, I will be writing my NapoWriMo offerings using the previous day’s prompts.
Meet my family
Each brings me the greatest joy
Mixed with lots of fur
Frost glints on Spring grass
Mist rises
Earth warmed by Sun’s rays
Time has come
Two years on
Decision made
No turning back
This isn’t easy
Heart broken
Over soon
Moving on