Author name: Carol Tomany

reality

In the grey of a February day…..

 I may have hit my seasonal nadir. Hmmmm Feb. 23, 2021, a day after thinking day. Twenty years and a day, after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. How does one measure time? Certainly the highs and lows of the human experience come to mind. Do you.. 1. Measure time, as a distance from birth […]

blogging, music

Up for the Challenge?

 I spend a good deal of time reading articles on self improvement. I’m sure I read them years ago, as well. Then it would have been to get a better job, perhaps, or to dress a little trendier, look a little smarter, keep a cleaner house, raise healthier children….the list goes on. Now, I read

cooking

Collected Wisdom……

 …..or not as the case maybe. Yesterday I spent the day cooking. I actually like cooking. I do it in Winter and garden in Summer.  I didn’t really intend to spend the entire day cooking, but it is better than cleaning and way more satisfying. In fact this cooking marathon actually started on the previous

pandemic, words

Something there is that doesn’t like a mask…….

 …..personally, I love masks, masques, disguise, pretence, theatre, Commedia Dell’arte. There is a certain intrigue about hiding, being secretive, pretending to be something you are not. Actors do this on a daily bases and call it entertainment. For them, it’s a job – a very well paying job. OK, this pandemic has brought the concept

hiking, words

The Holy Ground

 I copied this from FaceBook and had to share. It speaks to my soul. Hiking – “I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people

gardening, reality, Toronto

Of Chickadees and suet balls, I sing.

Finally a bird came to my feeder – a Chickadee. I was overjoyed. This was the feeder closest to the house, with the smallest number of suet balls – three. The other feeder, I had hung in a nearby Apple tree. It held six suet balls and a lot of hope. Well, within a day

gardening, reality

Suet for the suetless…

There are times when a word or phrase hits me with nothing less than “stark reality.” It might be the punch of an opening line from a good book or a squirm from the awkwardness of a phrase, that makes me wonder why anyone would string those particular words together and call it a sentence.

gardening, unicorns

To Whom This May Concern….

 ……I haven’t posted in a while, I will post about this later, when it’s all over…it’s been a trying time. But there has been light in the tunnel, even though we haven’t reached the end, as yet. The other day I received my winter catalogue of gardening must haves from Veseys Seeds in PEI..OK, PE.

creativity, words

It will come to me……

 ……… I occasionally (very occasionally) read the personal essay in the Globe and Mail. I know all of them are worth reading, as they are all personal accounts of life experiences and all of them are beautifully written. Somehow, however, I just can’t bring myself to read a post on a topic I’m not interested

gardening, poetry

Of tomatoes and pumpkins….

…. I sing. The line is really, “Of arms and the man, I sing.” Or, what will get you a few more marks in Latin, “I sing of arms and the man.” It’s the opening line of a poem by Virgil, that celebrates heroic deeds. I often use this line, adapted to the situation, when

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