Smelling of flowers


Remember this? Sun, warmth, flowers? The optimism of early summer, the blossoming hope followed by a brief moment of wonderful full bloom. Just a reminder on this cold and windy Christmas Day. To myself and to you, dear passer-by.

[That was my free form response to #reverb 10 prompt: Photo – a present to yourself. Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.]

In other news, the pressies under the tree included more soap, would you believe. Do I smell that bad? So bad that every Christmas and birthday has to include at least one bar of soap? I had to wrap a plastic bag around the latest aromatic addition to my collection – even sitting in its box in the bathroom cupboard it managed to stink up the entire flat (which, granted, is not big but still – that’s a lot of perfume in that soap: in a box, in a cupboard, behind a closed door, and still smelly fragrant).


Howl at the moon

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