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Kicking K

Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Names’.

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This is not a name, it is a letter, I hear you cry.  I beg to differ. 

For some reason best known to my parents they decided to call me Kaye (with an ‘e’).  It doesn’t matter at all that they decided to call me Kaye (with an ‘e’) because Kaye (with an ‘e’) sounds just like ‘K’.  An initial, a cough of a name.

I’m not a Katy, or Katherine, or Kelly, or Katrina, I’m just Kaye (with an ‘e’). 

You’ll notice that I’m reminding you of the ‘with an e’ bit everytime, that’s because whenever I am asked my name and I say Kaye, people say

‘your full name?’

And I have to say yes, that’s Kaye (with an ‘e’).  ‘K. A. Y. E.’. would be so much easier to have a proper name.

I’ve always wanted a name with more than one syllable. Something nice and musical like Gwendoline, or Isabella.  Nice soft romantic names. Names that don’t sound like they’re just initials.

Nice as they are though, I will never find a twiglet in the shape of those.  And, it’s quite cool to be known by an initial these days I suppose. Look at ‘M’ in James Bond, and of course, don’t tell anyone, but I am one of the Men in Black!

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The Edge of the Day

Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Edge’

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Lots of soft mountain edges as the sun rose over the Annurpurna range in Nepal.  I had to get up very, very early in the morning and take a treacherous drive for this…hope you appreciate it!!  It was the most gorgeous and unforgettable experience though 🙂

 

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Storm Brewing

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We sat on a bench
Watching the seething sky
While the merciless wind
Whipped at our cheeks
When tenderly you took my hand
You said you’d die for me 

You said you’d die for me
Yet that was long ago
Youth is foolish and unwary
Yes, in the moment I believed
Your untrue truths
But how you lied to me 

But how you lied to me
Bully
Brute
Beast
Before long
It was me who died for you

 

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An age apart

Posted in response to this weeks Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Opposites’. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/opposites/  (eek…url linky thing not working!)

I have to pinch my arm to remind myself that just a few weeks ago I was in Japan.  For as long as I can remember, it’s a country and culture that has fascinated me and drawn me to it.  It’s been top of my bucket list for, like, e-ver, and now it’s been crossed off as ‘done’!

And I have to tell you, it didn’t disappoint.

We did a small group tour, and in just two short weeks managed to feel immersed in it’s fabulous diversity – from the madness of Tokyo and Osaka, to the tranquillity of Takayama and Kamikochi. In fact, when I saw that this weeks photo challenge theme was ‘opposites’ Japan instantly sprang to mind, and I was sure I could find a suitable photograph among the, well alright, over a thousand, that I took (excessive I know, but well, it’s so darn photogenic!).   I chose this one, taken in Hama-rikyu Gardens, Tokyo, which illustrates how, despite the towering new glass buildings that Tokyo is known for, the old gardens at their heart remain quiet and peaceful, and in fact, I think, their beauty is enhanced by that sparkling backdrop.

This picture also made me think of the office workers peering out over their computer screens through the window, and down at the gardener working away in the sunshine.  Opposites indeed.

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Earth to Earth

Posted in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.  This week’s theme ‘Earth’.

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Yup, this is a picture of my compost heap.  I know… not beautiful and most definitely not the most glorious respresentation of earth that you will see for this challenge.  However, I would argue that it is the most wonderous.

It will never cease to amaze me that I can chuck all manner of organic waste in there, including (but not limited to) manky vegetables and peelings, teabags, newspapers, grass cuttings, and even woolly jumpers, and given a few months it will all rot down and become a beautiful crumbly and sweet smelling compost that works wonders, feeding my soil and making flowers and vegetables strong, healthy and colourful.  It is the eighth wonder of the world.

It is also quite a comfort to me to witness that waste produce something beautiful.  Not being of a religious nature, I don’t believe in an afterlife, but knowing that whatever happens to my, and my families bodies once we’ve finished with them, whether they are burnt and scattered in the wind or buried, those organic remains will feed the earth and help to nourish the planet one way or another.  All I ask is that my family don’t choose to keep my ashes in a pot on the mantlepiece!  Well, that would be just creepy anyway. 🙂

Well, this is all getting a bit gloomy, so here’s some evidence that my beautiful compost is doing it’s work already this spring.

 

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Beware the Werewolves

Posted in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.  This week’s them ‘Half-Light’. A photograph inspired by a lyric, poem or story…

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Though I love to see a full moon, and sometimes give it a howl, I am of course always on the lookout for rampant werewolves on full moon nights (look, I’ve seen Twilight, I know some of them might be ok, but I’m not taking any chances). Fortunately, this moon was so weird and bright that I would have seen them coming, and lets face it, I only need to have run inside and locked the door ’til daylight if one did manage to climb over the rose covered prickly fence into my garden from when this picture was taken. So hah! werewolves, go get you a chinese instead!

Of course, I’m referring to the song ‘Werewolves of London’ by Warren Zevon which surely has the finest first line of any song….e..ver…  ‘I saw a werewolf with a chinese menu in his hand…’  For those of you who haven’t come across it, enjoy!

https://youtu.be/nhSc8qVMjKM