I’m running late! I set the wrong alarm last night and overslept.
Yesterday morning I was so excited I woke up before the alarm went off at 4.45am and so I turned it off.This is always a mistake because it means I have to remember to turn it on again before I go to sleep and I turned on the wrong one (I have several set in my phone for different occasions).
So I leisurely open my eyes and discover it’s 5.15am aaarghh. But I’m not missing my morning post because that is the start of a slippery slope.
Was very busy yesterday and didn’t get home from work until 8pm. Consequently, no photographic escapades. I did, however, do the next one of the writing exercises in the Creative Writing book.
I wrote for five minutes on each of the following subjects: garden furniture, Marilyn Monroe, the earth’s core, eagles and fireworks. The subjects were given to me, I didn’t choose them.
It was an interesting exercise and I found myself speed writing because I had set the timer.
Want to see what I wrote about eagles? No? well skip over the next few lines because I’m posting it anyway :)
An eagle soars above my head
Silhouetted against an azure sky
Majestic in its flight
High above the mountainside
Above the trees, the fields, the earth
With little effort I can see
I envy its freedom
As it circles below the clouds
A king of birds, surveying
A vast wide kingdom far below
Its beady eyes searching
Before it dives with such power
Native Americans revered this bird
It’s easy to see why they would
Such aloofness and control
Everything else seems insignificant
Bizarrely it ended up as a five-minute poem. The others were all prose. Interesting.
I found something else I quite fancy doing too. Pulling this stuff up.
There was a load of it on my walk the other day and I thought it looked out of place.
Then I realised what it was – Himalayan Balsam. A foreigner to our countryside that is spreading like wildflower.
A little bit further along the path (after I had jogged behind the very fit old lady while she spoke to me) I also found this sign on a fence post.
It is urging me to pull up the Himalayan Balsam. I didn’t at the time and now I feel as if I was lazy.
I feel I need to go back and remove the plant as the notice requested. I will then feel I have done something useful for the countryside environment I so enjoy exploring.
Perhaps I should do that after work. And talking about work – that’s where I ought to be headed.