A ROOM WITH A VIEW

Bill

Room with a view.

At the moment the sky is a beautiful blue and lots of fluffy white clouds, the clichéd idea of sky that water colourists give us but is actually rare.
There is a building site, too. Bright yellow painted cranes dip, dip, dip, all day, scooping up earth and rubble. After a while they take on the appearance of giant feeding birds.

Claudia

Love your cranes description. Is this a view from a room in your house, Bill?

Bill

yes. concrete blocks and roads full of parked cars.

Lizy

We lived opposite a building site for a year in Tenerife, Bill. Watching the men working with scant regard for health and safety was a daily adventure!

The view from my flat is a courtyard bounded by the white walls of the other mews flats, but there is a gap through which we can see trees and sunsets.

Island Girl

At the moment the sky is a beautiful blue and lots of fluffy white clouds, the clichéd idea of sky

It's not a cliché if you're living downunder, Bill. You'll have to visit. Do you still have relatives in Australia?

Love your cranes description.

Absolutely. Great 'wordsmithery'.

Liz

Now, look here, Bill, we can't have people coming in here and actually writing interesting prose. It might put off the people who are here to have a rest from that sort of thing. Or who never manage it at all. they can be very sensitive, easily disheartened.

Bill

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I was hoping to get some inspired ideas and views from TB er’ windows.
Come to think of it, it might be a good OWC at some future date.
Speaking of ‘wordsmithery’
I rather like wordsmithery.
I would love to visit, IG. Tris is still there, with a job at the Commonwealth Bank in Sidney.

The view earlier was grey wet tarmac with parked cars, like pets, obediently waiting for their drivers. No 6’s hasn’t moved for a week - must be away. No 8 is out. No 10 has a succession of expensive cars and I speculate on how he can afford them.

dora

I can't write 'wordsmithery' descriptions to match yours Bill, but if you're looking to inspire us to describe what we see from our windows, I can tell you today I noticed a robin bobbing around my garden.

What I particularly noticed about him was his legs were really long! He was a tall robin. Usually the robins in my garden are short and squat.

Liz

All robins have long legs - perhaps he was just sprightly with spring?

Lizy

Or the grass in dora's garden is usually very long?

The view from my window right now is of bright sunshine on the wall of the flat opposite, plus a wedge of blue sky. Birds are singing - mostly a blackbird.

Liz

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Tiny Nell

Well, I've moved my writing space to upstairs. I'm in a very calm room with white-painted wood and lavender walls. Through the window, I can see the tops of the trees in the wood opposite. The branches are criss-crossed, as if they're a tree family holding hands. The white sky fills the spaces between. The silence is punctuated by birdsong.

Carol

I can see young ivy leaves growing, but they look a little pale at the moment like they'd had a bad night.

Next to that the cotoneaster, it's branches wobbling in the breeze. There are still a few berries, but now all the thin stems are dotted with green leaf blobs.

Although I like the sunlight slanting into the space outside my window, I hate the reminder that the outside of the windows need cleaning to wash away the muddy spore-like blobs splattered by wind and rain the last few months.

Seaview

Beelieve it or not, there are two fat bees bashing about the blossom of the Forest Flame bush opposite my window (just practising some alliteration! )

Seriously, I thought bees didn't appear until much later. It's not even warm and the sky is grey with clouds...wot's going on?

Carol

They are the scouting party, Seaview.

Liz

Some solitary bees will come out to take advantage of early flowers and tree pollen. Primroses, bluebells... violets!

Carol

A big furry bee bumped into my office window a couple of times yesterday- not long after I'd read the thread.

dora

There was a mmmmmmmmassive one trying to get in my front door when I arrived home.

Claudia

It was lovely in my garden this afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, a bee was buzzing, and I was digging chicken poo into one of my raised beds.