...was given to me as a thank you for a kind deed I did. (It is long since eaten, but not forgotten because it will remain a symbol to me.) Today I received the kindest of words for some time I took to do something for a friend and I was reminded of the pear. It's the little things that mean the most.
HOW IT STARTED, HOW IT’S GOING Listening Link This morning the cool air is very welcome. It carries the vague scent of cut flower stems. Alt text suggested this week’s photos could be a collage of a person lying on the grass or a collage of a person smiling. I say it is my author photo from 2020 alongside one of my author photos from 2025. I still like the photo of me lying in the rosemary from five years ago, but can never unsee the single hair under the word poet which escaped my notice at the time. And I really like the recent photo. It’s actually me! Not only can I face the camera and smile now, I am also willing to pose for more than one photo at a time. That’s a lot of progress. And I am proud and intrigued to look back and see where I have come from. Of course if you ask Kath how difficult I find it to stand still and gaze into the middle distance or how many photos we rejected along the way there is a story...

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