Thoughts of a Soo

  A GROUP OF FRUIT STACKED ON A GAME BOARD PodBean Link for those who like to listen. This morning the air surrounds me with the scent of a newly cooled fridge. There is a cleanness there that matches the sparkle of the three stars I can see in the sky.   Alt text says this week’s picture is: a group of fruit stacked on top of a game board. I doff my cap to that. I say it is indeed the Ludo board with three apples in a totem pole arrangement. At the bottom is ‘Cox’s Orange Pippin of the Year’ (My mum bought us the tree and I like to select the best apple of the harvest and celebrate that one first) next is a pretend red apple and on the top is a blue ‘apple for my mum’.   On Saturday I sang in the car park in town. Not just a snippet of a song as I parked the car. Not part of a line while getting a ticket from the machine. Real singing. I sang in a marquee, as part of a choir.   I love the fact that rehearsals have led to this. That weekly

BE MORE JAGUAR     PodBean Link for those who like to listen This morning the air seems to hold the scent of violets. Like last week’s scent, I am unsure where this comes from, but I find myself and enjoying the fact that I have been breathing the Monday morning air and noting its smell for 57 weeks.   Last night brought immersion in words and the company of good poets at a visit to Port Sunlight for the Wirral Poetry Festival. It was good to listen to some poems I had heard or read before and enjoyed as well as many that were new to me. Five poets at two events, time to talk with like-minded people, news of events I might enjoy, and a jar of honey. I loved hearing Martin Figura and Helen Ivory referred to as 'the king and queen of poetry'. And I loved being there for their superb readings.   Alt text is not offering me a suggestion for this week’s photo montage. I say it is four photos, two of the head of a beautiful black jag