When trees send smoke signals
There’s no need to fret
For all it means
Is that the sun is soon to set.
On it brings the darkness
And out we see the light
A cold winters evening
The signals reappear tomorrow, with all their might.
When trees send smoke signals
There’s no need to fret
For all it means
Is that the sun is soon to set.
On it brings the darkness
And out we see the light
A cold winters evening
The signals reappear tomorrow, with all their might.
The sun creates magical images in the sky.
I call this pattern ‘leaves’.
The contrails create the spine of a leaf and it looks almost like a protecting hand over the winter sky.
Once full of life
The only source of life is now the golden star
They wait until warmth reaches the nutritious soil and bark
Then life will once again be created
Breathing is easy
“I’ll make it hard” says winter
“Me too” says the flu
As my youngest is napping I’ve decided to come and tackle a winter inspired story I thought of the other day. I’ve wrote about 350 words and I’d like to try and animate myself. I hope to have the story finished this week, it’ll be a super short one, with no overthinking on the theme, moral or reasoning – it’s just a little something for my children to read.
With the weather being very wintery and beautiful it has inspired me to write a little story for my children. I have ideas and will crack on with it tonight. My aim for this year is to concentrate on small projects. Lets see how I do!
I love the clouds in this snap.
They think I don’t know but I do know. So far I have clocked 3 small and sneaky arachnids and they can stay for now. The second I spy anything bigger than a 5p coin then out comes the cup and scoop and off they go.
In the words of Kevin “When those guys come back, I’ll be ready”
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