New Blog Poems ⋆ LockLites

And now it’s September. We have been seizing the day or making the most of a flurry of staycation activity.

It has been a period of incessant activity. Juliet’s birthday, Lammastide and another glorious full moon came and went. Barely

Jane Austen is a regular preoccupation. Though not a complete Janiac, quotes and phrases from her novels do pop into

Presence, absence and processing

Life is different, but the 'old normal' shows no sign of returning yet. A steady flow of visitors has been

Byebye tipi and feeding the sheep

Today the chaps have been taking down one of the tipi frames in the yard. We’re going to leave one

One year ago

A friend sent me a picture of the boys making hay a year ago. There was no pandemic, no furlough

Pizza, fleeces, bees and a tree

I mentioned gluten-free pizza. Finding the perfect flour for a gluten-free pizza dough has taken a long time. But the

Soundtracks and a guilty secret

Ennio Morricone, conductor, composer and trumpet-player, died yesterday. Amongst a long career of achievements he wrote the scores to over

Let them eat cake

So, the five-mile-limit will be dropped from Monday in Wales. Since this started I’ve only done one trip beyond this

A postman and two specialists

‘It’s worse than Christmas,’ said the postie. Several building/DIY related parcels arrived for the husband and a gift for me.

Art, artists and a competition

The headlines have been proclaiming it’s back to school in Wales. This is an over-statement. The eldest small went back

There is a hole in the conservatory. One of the windows broke last night. It’s been a mostly grey day

Miss Baxter climbed on my keyboard yesterday afternoon. I pushed her off and she fell asleep on my mouse mat,

George the cat seemed confused. Outside the pizza wagon, on the conservatory windowsill, in the yard, up in the vegetable

A dragonfly

All four smalls were here yesterday morning; the mother of two of them was doing university work, but the parents