traffic lights turn red

the long fronds of a willow

make soft rustling sounds

a warm dressing-gown

brrrr of the sewing machine

love from my daughter

folding paper card

head bowed in concentration

gifts of golden stars

winter wind blowing

through this drafty old cottage

snuggling with the dog

a wheel, round and round

updates in progress please wait

nails bit to the quick

falling winter rain

droplets patter overhead

a comforting sound

forty-seven calls

no doctor appointments left

old home remedies

eating last night’s chips

dunked in a bowl of hot soup

a grating of cheese

termite collective

architectural wonder

eco-warriors

memory of dad

watching from a distance

woke me from a dream