Thoughts on a budget

Never believe it is Autumn until you see the leaves falling
or in Winter until the snow comes,
believe only that Spring grows hope amongst the daffodils
and Summer is the kiss that awakens us.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.

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Writing the program December 11, 2019
Zoned in December 11, 2019
Music box. December 10, 2019
Atlantic drift December 10, 2019
Directory enquiries December 9, 2019
Lost in the spaces December 9, 2019
Out there December 8, 2019
Once upon a platform high December 8, 2019
Diary entry 84b December 8, 2019
Gentrifaction December 7, 2019
Shopping trolleys December 7, 2019
Fir enough December 6, 2019
21st century faux December 6, 2019
Needs must.. December 6, 2019
Perspective December 5, 2019
..and then there is this December 5, 2019
Engine burn December 5, 2019
Today December 5, 2019
Hard truths December 4, 2019
Looking for a golden star December 3, 2019
Curved December 3, 2019
When December 3, 2019
Toughing it out December 2, 2019
Last rites December 1, 2019
Sunday should be held in Sarawak December 1, 2019
Saturday matinee November 30, 2019
The frequency of thoughts November 30, 2019
Out of the box November 28, 2019
Swallowed by the hole that opens up November 28, 2019
Thoughts on a budget November 27, 2019
Christmas loading November 27, 2019
Medium November 27, 2019
Condensation on the windows November 26, 2019
On yonder hill November 25, 2019
The truth is November 25, 2019
When you dream of Dickens November 25, 2019
Seeking connections in this November 24, 2019
Mansions November 24, 2019
That old chestnut? November 23, 2019
General imperfection November 23, 2019
Nineteen ain’t it sad November 21, 2019
One for the stocking November 20, 2019
Midweek November 20, 2019
Internal affairs November 20, 2019
The club November 19, 2019
The longitudinal twitch November 19, 2019
Gitanes blue November 18, 2019
Christmas present November 18, 2019
The Lune valley November 18, 2019
Thinks on November 17, 2019
Just in November 16, 2019
Off the Richter November 15, 2019
Magnetic impulses November 15, 2019
Evening armchairs November 14, 2019
Warming the engine November 14, 2019
Nineteen 68 November 13, 2019
Meaningless November 13, 2019
More reflections November 12, 2019
Who elected this? November 12, 2019
Whitewalls November 12, 2019
The quieter man November 12, 2019
Diagnosis November 12, 2019
Quantum November 11, 2019
Marbles November 11, 2019
The de-clutter November 11, 2019
Stopped clocks November 10, 2019
Ghost trains November 9, 2019
Sober up Saturday November 9, 2019
Lady in the blue dress November 8, 2019
The brew yards November 8, 2019
Tunnels November 8, 2019
I don’t like cricket November 7, 2019
Hearts November 6, 2019
Four line plumbob November 6, 2019
Shadows November 5, 2019
Doodles 93 November 5, 2019
More subroutines November 5, 2019
Good weather for Fawkes November 5, 2019
Laments November 5, 2019
Readers November 4, 2019
Dear God and co’ November 3, 2019
Raspberry November 3, 2019
Tripe and onions November 3, 2019
Through the dimpled glass November 2, 2019
Seven teen shadows November 2, 2019
Boredom is a strange Kingdom November 1, 2019
Small mercies November 1, 2019
Ghosts of stars October 31, 2019
Darkness is not a colour October 30, 2019
A pinch of salt October 29, 2019
One more beat until.. October 28, 2019
The disc revolves October 27, 2019
Deep enough to drown in October 27, 2019
Postcard from Pitcairn October 25, 2019
Pan October 25, 2019
The valley of the shallows October 24, 2019
The ending October 23, 2019
Mulligatawny October 23, 2019
Tuesday and its child October 22, 2019
Pitter pat October 21, 2019