New Year doesn’t make sense to me. It’s the middle of winter – I want to hibernate, not make resolutions about eating kale and cutting down on cake.
For me, September is the new year. A time to pick myself up after a lazy summer. A time for new shoes, new notebooks,new agendas. A time for walking briskly. That slight edge in the mornings wakes me up, energises me. I’m ready to sharpen my pencils and get to work.
wood smoke, apples, leaves,
A haibun for dVerse, where our theme is September. Thank you to Xenia for this lovely prompt.
I just bought my first strawberries of the season. They smell so good. On the way home, in the warm car, I held them on my lap while my husband drove. The car filled up with that sweet strawberry scent.
We grow a few strawberries – little wild ones that self-seed round the garden – looking for them feels like a treasure hunt – and bigger ones that are lost to wildlife half the time. They’re all still white petalled flowers at the moment – not even tiny, hard, green fruit. The berries I bought were grown in a greenhouse in Herefordshire – small, artificial summers. Today, I don’t care. We’ll eat them with cream and a sprinkling of sugar, and we’ll know that summer is just around the corner. We’re teetering on the edge of it, ready to fall.
the dancing of bees
A haibun for Frank at dVerse. We’re considering summer…
While everything else is wondering whether spring is on its way or not, the wild cherry in the top corner makes a leap of faith. White blossoms, splashed with palest pink at their heart, they cluster together, dancing in the wind.
A haibun for Frank at dVerse. Is there anything more appropriate to haibuns than cherry blossoms?