January 2017's Scavenger Hunt

Smoke

The exotic fragrance of incense,
delicious to some,
a turn off for others.
Some scents are so evocative of holidays,
camping, home and family.
Others invigorate, stimulate and
then there are those..that..make..me..wonder..
WHAT ON EARTH MADE ME BUY THIS ONE??

Twilight

I looked up the definition of twilight, 

and once I had waded through the pages and pages of the television programme stuff,

it said ...

the soft glowing light from the sky

when the sun is below the horizon,

caused by the reflection of the sun's rays from the atmosphere

When we were on holiday on Uist last summer,
we didn't want the magic to end.
We stayed out until it was too dark to see
and were rewarded with the most beautiful sunsets
and twilight.
They are etched on my heart and dance in my memories.
We need to go back.

It starts with a ...F

Not a particularly exciting photo
but yesterday it so cold that our usual dog stop
proved to be a bowl of Frozen Water.
Moss and I had walked to meet Youngest,
Icy cheeked and Frozen Fingered, we strode out to keep warm,
covering the icy ground rapidly.
On the way back, a thirsty dog led the way
to her usual stop,
a bowl kindly left out by a dog friendly house.
Only today it was an ice lolly!

Circle

Stranded high about the tide line, three derelict wooden fishing boats
languish, surrounded by rotting seaweed and slippery mud.
We'd been camping on Skye and on one rather damp day,
we drove out to explore.

Sign

I was spoilt for choice for signs,

we often take photographs as they amuse, 

entertain, 

shock or inform.

This one came to mind because it suffers 

a serious case of ex-

cessively spaced 'kerning'.

Have you lo-

cated the guilty word yet? 

Heat

Although not known for it's scorching days,
it's energy sapping weather,
Scotland still surprises with days that feel almost African in texture.
The sound of the grasshoppers grating out a tune,
the rustle of crisp grass in the dry air,
the reflected warmth off the hot ground.

Days like these are precious
and remind me of home.

It starts with a ...J

My dearest Himself gave me this beautiful fishy Jug for my birthday last year.

I do love it so.

Bird/s

As we trudged and slipped through the muddy field,

filled with standing puddles and deep ruts,

we came to a junction of pathways....

and this aptly carved stone marker.

Part of the Wyre Way walk,

this marker celebrated the lapwings

that live in the area.

In flower now

On the lane behind our house, up towards Moss' favourite running space,
is a scrubby bit of land that I suspect used to be gardened years ago.
In the midst of the undergrowth is a lanky Daphne,
her sweet sweet perfume fills the air,
I take a deep breathe every time we pass by.
Delicious.
Delicate.
Delightful.

Your own choice

'Doing a Lucy'

Thursday late afternoon and in poor light,

I took my crochet blanket outside

and laid it out on our lane,

the only place I could find to take a photo of my blankie.

Yes, I have mismatched socks on,

I usually do.