Is it Winter or is it Spring? It's hard to tell these days! Whatever - it is the end of February and time to submit my photo selection which again this month is done after a frantic search last night as somehow this month time has flown past again.
I was tempted to submit one picture to cover all the words - think of it - a picture of delicious Fish and Chips could cover Taste, Smell, Sight and even Touch...the feel of that first chip you always pick up and eat with your fingers and the Sound of an approving mmmm after the first bite!! Then My Own Choice could be the empty plate! But then I thought no, that is not playing the game properly. So here is my very hurried selection of pictures.
This picture was taken in fish restaurant in Seahouses where we always go when staying in Lowick, Northumberland. I love the way it is always on a 'newspaper' page.
Whilst looking for the fish and chips picture I came across one taken a few years ago when we took Youngest grandson out to lunch at a local carvery. The meat was put on the plate and then we could help ourselves to the vegetables etc. Note his choice, a sausage, three types of potatoes; chips, mash and roast ................. and not a speck of green on his plate!!
There are so many things I could have chosen, favourite perfume - old fashioned Tweed; cooking and baking smells; many flowers too. But something I love is the gentle, soft, summery scent of my peonies.
We always stay at the same cottage on a farm in Lowick, Northumberland when we go there on holiday. A few years ago an artist was living in a lovely cottage also on the farm and he had been allowed to put art works in and around a little forest the farm owner was developing. One of the many unusual objects was this wind instrument. It made a strange haunting sound as the wind blew through it and one could turn it and play the strings too. Odd but fun. The curious cows in the distance would nearly always walk over and stand by the fence watching us.
In complete contrast here are some Hadeda (ha de da) Ibis, with the reputation of being the loudest birds in Africa. They are named after their raucous voice which is heard when they are in flight.
What is softer to touch than a puppy's ears? This picture of Roxy was taken when she was a few months old with her favourite toy, the softest teddy you can imagine. It was her comfort, her cuddly, her very best thing. He came from the local charity shop as did most of her and later Jess's toys.
Sadly she and Jess have moved to Scotland with my son and his wife but to this day when I talk to my daughter-in-law I send ear ruffles to Roxy and Jess.