Friko's World

  After a mild period where lots of brave little souls have pushed their first cautious heralds above ground we have now been promised anoth...

and this is what it said:   Got a date with spring got to look me best. of all the trees I'll be the smartest dressed. Perfumed breeze  ...

Fat raindrops race down the window pane,  avoiding the shiny, pearly patches of earlier gusts of rain sticking to the unwashed glass, and en...

Lately I haven been thinking about happiness. Not only asking what it is but is there anyone who is likely to have more than a few months of...

I counted my years and discovered that I have less time to live going forward than I have lived until now. I have more past than future. ...

How utterly exhausting it is to get tangled up in politics for weeks on end; it’s draining, physically and mentally. True, we need to get an...

When I heard young Morse (in a repeat of Endeavour)  recite the last two stanzas of A.E. Houseman’s  “How Clear, How Lovely Bright...

Winter floweringViburnum Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round. And, while ...

Two moments of awareness in one day, who’d have thought it: - It’s not that I wouldn’t have seen this chink of light breaking throu...

taken from the bailey looking up the valley K. has been a neighbour for several years. We meet walking our dogs, K. has a lovely collie...

The difference between these two pictures is 20 hours and an awful lot of rain. It’s the same stretch of river and the same willow ...

When delving into the philosophy of how best to live life in midlife and beyond, many bloggers stress the importance of remaining produ...

* It doesn’t do to neglect your bird feeders. Maybe. We have a lot of bird visitors to the garden, most of them lbjs (little bro...

It’s Mother’s Day in some parts of the world, including Germany. More than a decade-and-a-half since my mother’s death I am still working o...

Christmas I had almost forgotten the singing in the streets, Snow piled up by the houses, drifting Underneath the door into the warm ro...

Now is the tolling time Between the falling and the buried leaf; A solitary bell Saddens the soft air with the last knell of ...

cushion, snuffled out by Millie, late at night. I didn’t believe her when she said she’d found a ball and would I please throw it for ...

It’s been one of those absolutely filthy afternoons outside, the heavens just couldn’t decide whether to snow or rain on us; Millie and I...

What better occupation on a filthy day like today (Thanksgiving for my US friends, but a very ordinary, very wet, very blowy day here in the...

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away - Too imperceptible at last, To seem like Perfidy - The thought of dark da...