life is a parable

An envelope arrived in the mail that immediately piqued my interest. It was unexpected for a start, hand-written which is unusual these days, and it wasn’t my birthday.

The whole point of looking in a mirror is to get a true image of yourself. What you see speaks back to you, it has a voice, it speaks a word.

‘Have you put the bins out?’ has been the question on bin-collection day for as long as I can remember.

My car has an annoying ‘ding’. It’s somewhere between a ‘chime’ and a ‘beep’ but neither.

The waves were rolling in and their spray glinted in the warm sunshine as they gently crashed and rolled up the sandy beach towards our toes.

Getting a new bag for everyday use is a big deal, especially if you’ve had your old one for years.

In the depth of winter, when the days are short, cold and dreary, we are often heard to say, ‘Get the candles on’.

As the days lengthen and spring sunshine warms the soil, it bursts into life with a carpet of green shoots.

I recently planted some bare root roses.