Blue bells, beech leaves and dandelion clocks.

Reading. Had to puta brick on it to keep it closed. Brilliant, brave, deep, thought provoking…………

Just finished Tim O’Brien, a fantastic book. Stories and remembering of the Vietnam war by someone who was in it. Still dark and quiet here, those moments when a book leaves you so full and then so empty, lost. Another cuppa and pick up the next on the pile. Jan Morris, been looking forward to this. I’m so full of Christmas mornings. What a strange world this is....peace on earth, my friends.

Down in the wood today. Patterns of snow melting fast but beautiful

One of my favourite trees enormous beech yellow leaves still punching into the mist top touches the sky branches arch down kiss their dying offspring a gift to the spring soil I call it the 5 bullet tree often name my friends but there are 6 holes and no idea if they are caused by missiles.

Subdued spirit heavy with silence still smelling of endings and secrecy things unseen unknowable trees holding breath waiting

Libraries, Postmen, trains, they are stealing them. What hope now for the future of man?