FLashes of red

A certain nationalist organisation has stickered our area, so today much time was spent removing said revolting stickylitter. Shame, as today red was thrown up as a glorious splash of life as my walk started, but by the time the hound and i had finished our perambulate, flashes of red just had me fuming.

Sooooo, we walked further, we walked until all upset had calmed and i was even able to glance at unexpected catoneasters ferreting about at my feet without the eyebrows going.


I think they are¬†Guelder Rose…


Listening to ~ Rev Dr Jane Williams talking about suffering, a most sensible response.

Drinking ~ Chai.

Watching ~ a candle flickering.

Wondering about ~ tomorrow, herding a queue for Father Christmas (how did that happen….)