Seed of Light Award

seed-of-light-award11   Well, bless my soul (up a sugar plum tree) the little blog that I set about to exercise my writing -and thinking – muscles my little blog has been nominated for a Seed of Light Award by ramblingratz whse blog can be found at (take a look; for such a modest sounding blog there is a lot of thinking and inspiration).

 To the motto that came with my nomination – “All you need to start a forest is one seed” –

I would add something I read somewhere – but cannot place the source at the moment

“Visionaries plant the seeds of trees”.

This award is for blogs that inspire creativity, nature, connection, communications and beauty. Pass it on!

I am currently running four blogs, each one I believe different in nature; beeseeker – is the one that

“started all the trouble”.

My sincere thanks to ‘ratz for the compliment.

The – uncomplicated – rules for accepting the award are as follows:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Nominate at least 5 blogs and provide links to their blogs.

3. Notify the nominees of their nominations.

My nominees are:

and – yes, yes, yes, I know it’s six but I couldn’t choose – and,

hey, you don’t really mind, do you.

I mean I’m tryin’ to be  a poet, not a counting machine…

.. and these blogs fit the bill in so many ways (although each includes -as does mine – forays into other aspects of life).

Been Away II

Lifted gently and efficiently by Lufthansa’s local jets from Birmingham to Linz via Frankfurt. “Ja zu Fra”: the busy hub where I just have enough time to make the twisting up and down journey between gates; hoping my luggage made it too (it actually didn’t last time and caught up with me later).

To a place where the sky and heaven are called the same thing, so that every time I think or talk about the sky I am also reminded of Heaven. It’s not a bad thing, when I think about it. Maybe we have too many words in English. Or not enough.

This is a return trip for me. I have seen this region in different seasons – and every one suits it. The dark skies (Heavens), clearly visible constellations and amounts of snow in one overnight fall that would (and does) bring my country to a chaotic standstill are routine here and decorate the rolling countryside magnificently.

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Fine, Fine, Fine … And my Annual Report.



It’s the third of January. I am getting over the lassitude and over-indulgence of A fine Christmas period. Fine dining, fine company, fine weather, fine presents received. Fine alcohol too – and not a little of it.

I’ve been presented with an annual report from WordPress and suddenly I realise how much support from a fine number of wonderful characters I’ve had over the past twelve months – and just how many visits my posts have taken in.

So – of course – a big thanks to people I have never met with whom I am getting on so famously-but-distantly well. Bless you all for packing the New York Subway cars that WordPress uses to represent your figures; that’s so sweet for me cos I’ve only ever seen those carriages (or more correctly cars) in films like Warriors, the Taking of Pelham 123 and – no sorry that’s it.

I now suggest we go head-down and onwards into 2014.

You all up for it?

It’s eight in the evening as I type this (you cannot imagine how many typing mistakes I have to put right) … and, yes, I know I still upset my spellchecker before I publish. Been out to Lichfield today, such a wonderful cathedral, Gothic throughout and Lichfield is such a friendly-seeming city. Fine all day breakfast and mug of tea between squalls.

Because, on the day of the Severn Bore not so very far away, the ground is completely saturated and pools of water are forming in fields all around. Strong winds have wreaked havoc and properties and livelihoods around us have been interrupted, disrupted and worse.

But I can’t help thinking, as I look at the spots of rain clinging to the outside of the leaded, double glazed windows how much like simple but stunning jewels they look as the y give back the light from the bulb hanging from the plain, plain ceiling.

Happy new year to one and all.

Heads- down and forward … see you later, I hope.


Severn Bore image:

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 7,600 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Most Influential Blogger? Me? Really?

Happy as a sandboy,” my grandfather would say when he was cheerful (he usually was, autumn morning light, the warmth of cattle in the cowshed, a flight of mallard, a fried breakfast, a harvest sunset or rain ripples in puddles would set him up); or “happy as a pig in mud.” Well, let’s say I remember it as mud, but could be wrong.

That’s me – at the moment! A sandboy in … well you work it out eh?

I am truly enjoying the challenging, liberating, thrilling experience of being a blogger. That is largely thanks to you (dare I say “Dear Reader”? – yes, dammit I just did!). Your feedback: love the “likes”, devour the comments, always positive and helpful. Some of them short dialogues, some banter but all enjoyable. It’s an unusual place this Blogosphere, part intimidating, part liberating part some fairy-dust thing else entirely.

I am just not good at dealing with the awards I have been given: my genuine apologies for that – and my thanks too. It is really not that I do not appreciate the genuine thinking that goes into them: I just always seem too busy doing something else … and the moment seems to have gone like Comet Ison. and I missed it.

But this time I will accept and respond. (Who said “it’s about time” ? Whoops maybe that was me!) and add my sincere thanks to others who have been kind enough to “throw” awards at me in the past.

For I have had the Most Influential Blogger Award bestowed upon my efforts by Morgan who has a beautifully crafted blog at

Well worth a visit or six, you cannot fail to be enchanted by the words, thoughts, skill and or images; the industry that goes on behind the articulate, well presented blog.

Morgan, my thanks to you: may your words continue to reach us all.

As with all awards, the rules are simple:
1. Display the Award on your Blog.
2. Announce your win with a post and thank the Blogger who awarded you.
3. Present 10 deserving Bloggers with the Award.
4. Link your awardees in the post and let them know of their being awarded with a comment.
5. Answer each of the 11 questions that your awarder asked, and then write 11 for your awardees (or use the same ones up to you!

So, Most Importantly, My Nominees Are:

1. worldly winds at
2. Whocouldknowthen at
3. Colour Me in Cyanide at:
4.horselearner at

5. poetscorner at

6. iggandfriends at
7. Chattyowl at

8. notyethere at

9. bartwolffe at
10. The hour of soft light at


1) What makes you happiest?

Family, Peace, Travel, Writing and Music
2) Do you love the Oceans or Mountains more?

Impossible to say; and are we talking real mountains here, real seas – or those of the imagination? I love seeing natural sights and seas and mountains can be terrifying (making me feel fully alive) or beautiful: it is the moods and thoughts that both inspire that are the important thing, don’t you think?

3) What has been a special moment in 2013?

Physically travelling to new places (especially New England), re-visiting places previously visited (and friends there) and the resurgence of my football team.

4) What’s your favourite quote?

Can I ask for a couple (though I am sure I will think of more as soon as I press the Publish button:

“Stranger than usual things are happening all of the time” Terry Pratchett


“Sun, sea air and patience Watson; all else will come to pass” Sherlock Holmes (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

 5) Do you like yourself?

Find myself a mystery sometimes (is that possible) but if I didn’t I ought to do something about it eh?

Yes, I get along with myself just fine. Not sure any other answer is possible.

6) Do you stay up till midnight on New Year?

Doesn’t everyone? I know that they don’t because stepping outside my (English) house to hear the local church bells and watch the fireworks I am always surprised that I am not met by all of the neighbours to toast the New Year.

But seeing out the old year and the new year in is traditional for me.
7) Something you wish could be done ASAP?

Finding a definitive list for the eleven bloggers I have to put down here…

 … oh and putting the badge/logo onto my blog.

and notifying those I have recommended

And did I mention finding a way to add my second blog ( ) to my Gravatar page

8) What was your favourite class when still at school?

Class means subject right? Have to go for the “library” lessons part of our English, because, while most of the others took it as an excuse to mess about I travelled in new worlds, different times and in different shoes, sitting reading in a corner.
9) What musical instrument have you tried to play? Keep learning to play the guitar – from scratch every time. Enjoyed it and forgot it every time so far.10) Anything you had wished to have learned earlier? It’s not the way I am programmed to think. It’s a deep philosophical question of course and a good one, but – usually happy with things as they have happened, except, hang on, there was …
11) Do you like to do Crafts, Drawing or Painting? Drawing, but mostly starting off as aimless doodles that become patterns or, honestly just trash.

My questions:

  1. What was the last non-fiction book you read?
  2. What song would you like to hear first thing in the morning?
  3. Imagine three things that are always green: write them into a single sentence.
  4. Horses? Love ‘em or tolerate ‘em?
  5. Zoos in the future? Yes or no?
  6. What is your take on science fiction?
  7. Have you seen a film that made you change your mind about a book?
  8. Which three fictional characters would you invite to your house for a meal?
  9. Have you ever met any of your heroes face to face?
  10. What is your favourite colour and why?
  11. What five books would you give to aliens visiting the planet to help them understand the way you think?

A Poem I Found …

… while looking for something else (isn’t that just the way of things sometimes?).

I am uncertain of the title, but loved the feeling it gave me while I was reading/discovering it and the feeling it left me with.


Words of a poem should be glass

But glass so simple-subtle its shape

Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.

A glass spun for itself is empty,

Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.

Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.

Words should be looked through, should be windows.

The best word were invisible.

The poem is the thing the poet thinks.

If the impossible were not,

And if the glass, only the glass,

Could be removed, the poem would remain.

Robert Francis


Now What

What have I done now?

saddlers flag
I got back from the football match, really happy. We won, by a long chalk. Extremely convincing and stretching out the dream that we may – it’s mathematically possible and we have the morale-high ground – even qualify for the promotion play-offs.
But it was the first time I have ever been in an executive box. I was flattered at being invited and enjoyed the experience, though it puts an entirely different slant on being at a Walsall match! Buffet lunch, flat screen TV, programmes, coffee and cake at half time, access to the rather-exclusive Swifts Club bar and heating! The company was great, kept the banter and information flowing.
Incidentally the box we were in was number eleven and dedicated to one of my all-time Walsall heroes; all five foot four of him: Alan Buckley.
Did I mention that I had a couple of beers? That in the Swifts club bar were former players (one of whom is now a vicar at St Luke’s church in Cannock)?
Well, delivered back home I came to check on WordPress.  That’s normal, the excitement continued.

Then my eye was attracted by the National Poetry Month (NaPoWriMo). Not sure, now, looking back what it was that drew me … but it’s a thrown-down gauntlet, a challenge to write and publish a poem a day for the month of April.
To clarify matters a little bit it seems to be a United States “thing”, but before I could activate the spellchecker – I had signed up … my little old beeseeker blog is now listed among the great, the good, the brave  and the other slightly crazyhead people who took the step and registered on an auspicious April Fool’s Day.

Off to a good start, managed what I call a poem on day one … phew …  so far so good …  but the pressure’s on – and not just at the Saddlers!
So – wish me luck – send me coffee, and watch this space.