Catching up

Yes, I have let this slip. I let last week's creative life drown with work.
And to do this from home I have to ennable my cookies (now there's an image - gingerbread men on the ramage). Which I should do, of course. I need to do this every day if I'm to get a picture of the whole week and where the black holes are. Or rather, where the new stars and planets are. That's positive thinking. here are my constant sources of solace and imagery:

1. Walking in the park- there are always some creative stirrings. Odd words found dangling on trees. A line of poetry flying over the lake. A quick sketch of cobwebs strung with dewdrops. The moon tossed up over the spire of St Peters. Trees and their shadows.

2. My garden- I know it's a humble courtyard but there is creativity there if I take the time to look. Colours: the reds and pinks of the hibiscus, oleander, bottlebrush and geraniums with their rusty leaves; yellow fig leaves; orange passionfruit. Different greens of bamboo, bay and fatsia. Tomatoes (I ate those yesterday!)

3. On the days I go to London, the lake just past Tonbridge - a quiet pool reflecting the wide sky of the water meadows, fringed with willows, patterned by geese.