@mstattsyrup.bsky.social @anniearyfridd.bsky.social @maelbrigde.bsky.social A smile for this morning.

And this morning the Shed is a bathysphere, roaming the abyssal plains…

Thread: Wallada bint al-Mustakfi (born in Cordova in 1001 – died 1091), was an Andalusian poet. The only child of Muhammad III of Córdoba, Wallada inherited his fortune, and used it to open a palace and literary hall in Córdoba. #CelebratingWomen

And this morning the Shed is the tail of a rainbow, left untucked between the clouds…

And this morning the Shed is a cone shell, spiralling into infinity…

The band and I are still working on the rough mixes of the original songs we recorded recently, but here's a bonus track for you: it's our cover of Camel's 1976 track SPIRIT OF THE WATER, and you can listen to it here for free.. joanneharrisandthestorytimeband.bandcamp.com/track/spirit...

And this morning the Shed is a carved stone seat, cushioned with moss, draped with ivy; standing alone by the forest path; awaiting the Summer King’s pleasure…

I wrote a little story on the dangers of cutting a hawthorn tree. Ping me a nice cup of tea if you like, or just read it here for free... ko-fi.com/post/The-Haw...

And this morning the Shed is a small high cloud, very still in the blameless sky…

And this morning the Shed is a rising mist, ghostly over the dreaming hills…

And this morning the Shed is a postage stamp, bearing the image of the greatest sheds in history…

Small would like to show you their daisy flower. New work coming 16th May even if we are in the back of a removal lorry, we’ll make it work!

And this morning the Shed is an undercover agent, raincoat and magnifying glass at the ready...

And this morning the Shed is an antique vase, featuring a design of sheds marching into battle…

And this morning the Shed is a belvedere, overlooking a canyon…

And this morning the Shed is a rice paper fish, swimming under the rice paper stars…

And this morning the Shed is a pattern on the wing of a butterfly: basking sweetly in the sun; fluttering through the shadows…

PSB: watch out for Mortis dancers dancing in nets and general ‘naughtines’ today!

A glorious Beltane to all who celebrate. 🔥

And this morning the Shed is a winding path,alongside a river of greenery…

And this morning the Shed is a vibrant block-print pattern of a shed, repeated in many colours across an acre of Indian cotton…

And this morning the Shed is a garden, alight with a thousand roses…

And this morning the Shed is a tiny bottle of Roman glass, clouded with the centuries…

And this morning the Shed is a dandelion seed, drifting lazily under a parasol of gossamer…

And this morning the Shed is a square of earth, effecting a slow transformation…

And this morning the Shed is a basket chair, wedged into the fork of a tree; overlooking the acres of aconite and wild garlic…

And this morning the Shed is a painted curtain, depicting two sheds in partial eclipse against an apocalyptic sky…

And this morning the Shed is at the end of a path all bluegreen and singing with bluebells…

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And this morning the Shed is a knotted rope, leading up into the clouds…

And this morning the Shed is a surfboard, riding the crested rollers…

And this morning the Shed is a bubble of light, rising high above the streets…

And this morning the Shed is the terrace of a sunny cafe on the Left Bank, with a pile of fresh croissants and apricot jam, and coffee…

And this morning the Shed is off on its travels again, with a pocketful of promises…

And this morning the Shed is a silver swing, high above the city streets, suspended from a parapet where only birds dare venture…

And this morning the Shed is a covered walkway, marble-floored; crystal-roofed against the rain…

Here's something nice: VIANNE on Kindle UK for just 99p till the end of April! www.amazon.co.uk/Vianne-irres...

And this morning the Shed and I are heading to Bologna at a time when all decent Sheds should be asleep...

And this morning the Shed is a piece of sea glass, tumbled by the oceans…

And this morning the Shed is suspended from a filament of silk…

And this morning the Shed is a delicate design, worked in lace on a piece of silk brocade…

Pause from scrolling for 5 mins and self reflect on what the rainbow connection means to you

And this morning the Shed is a glass negative, showing the image of a shed in white, against a pitch black sky…

And this morning the Shed is a radio mast, sending out its signals on a secret frequency…

Really looking forward to watching this film for the fourth time and all the other times after that because on each of the earlier three times it has got a little bit better and I see no logical reason for the pattern not to continue.

And this morning the Shed is a monolith, stark against the cloudy sky…

And this morning the Shed is a basket, beribboned:: cunningly hidden among the trees…

And this morning the Shed is a long, cool room, with mullioned windows high above a chaise-longue in a square of light…

Just a blossom appreciation post. 🌸

And this morning the Shed is a luminous image of a shed, projected onto the high wall of a municipal building..,