Wordsmithing: FRISSONING WITH FRIDAY, EVERYTHING SEEMS POSSIBLE :D

Friday 6 May 2011

FRISSONING WITH FRIDAY, EVERYTHING SEEMS POSSIBLE :D

I am having a “raindrops on roses” kind of Friday.

So far, my day has included:
family
apple blossom
sunshine
quaint houses
hills
flowers
shops
walking in the park
iced coffee
and ducks that were mallard, swans and geese

My patio flowers – front and back – look like they were planted by someone with green-fingers rather than by me.

Out in the pond, there are tadpole survivors of the unknown calamity that seemed to have killed them all, earlier this week.

I have queries out.

My fingers are crossed.

When the two magpies flapped down to join in my picnic they were more than welcome. :D

Sitting by the lake, in the park, every sense frissoned with Friday, and everything felt possible.

Happy Friday!

I hope you have a great weekend.

Wishing a wonderful Mothers' Day to those who celebrate that special day this weekend.

6 comments:

Angela6 May 2011 at 17:00
You paint such pretty pictures with your words. I wish my Friday was as enchanting as yours. Good luck with your queries.
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Unknown6 May 2011 at 17:56
Hi Angela
Thank you :) It was a beautiful day - too beautiful - I kept seeing a world as infused with possibility. That can't be normal ;)
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Tony Van Helsing6 May 2011 at 19:41
Blimey, that sounds like a picturesque day. I spent mine at work arguing with criminals and the mentally ill. Still, nice weather. Hope your weekend is and enjoyable as your Friday.
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Golden Eagle6 May 2011 at 19:44
It sounds like you had a wonderful Friday! :)

I love the picture you posted.

Have a wonderful weekend!
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Unknown6 May 2011 at 22:05
Hi Tony I don't think I fancy swapping my day for yours. I am looking forward to my weekend Man Utd v Chelsea is my dark cloud on the horizon but the GLFC U10s are in their first cup final tomorrow so there is plenty to look forward to :D

Hi GE
My day was great! Hope yours was better than average. Have a great time celebrating Mothers' Day. For you, that must be a time for deep thoughts and reflections.
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Ricardo Miñana7 May 2011 at 09:50
Very nice poetry Elaine, a pleasure to spend to read you.

For any technical problem on the server, deleted the links from my blog,
report it to Google and I already answered that it is looking, I follow you
We apologize for the trouble again.

I also wish you a fliz Mother's Day,
and have a nice weekend.
a hug.
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I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Friday 6 May 2011

FRISSONING WITH FRIDAY, EVERYTHING SEEMS POSSIBLE :D

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