My last day of work, ever. I had wonderful send-offs from all my colleagues. I have not had so many flowers, cards & presents since our first daughter was born, no-one worries so much about the second!
So challenge 1 (retire) is fully active, now time to start seriously on the rest. Only 48 more Haiku.
8 is, of course for my great nephew
9&10, thinking ahead to my Christmas sloe-gin brew
12 is a bit philosophical on our possible origins in interstellar dust clouds, a nice theory. I stole the swanblack from a piece of music I heard on Radio 3 Breakfast
breast-happy pumm'lling milk-fists
purple Christmas gin
springsnow flower storm
bitterblack, Christmas purple
first spring bee-buzzings
suncrackling pine cones
infinite frozen fireflies