The title of this post is the opening line of a poem, “The Red Wheelbarrow,” by William Carlos Williams. It came to mind the other day when I saw the same line under a picture in one of our Toronto newspapers, either the Globe and Mail or the Toronto Star. We get both – it’s […]
If it ever warms up. Inside gardening…. April has been a cold month. A week or more of days under 5ºC can set a garden back a fortnight. (I still read Dickens.) On the one hand, I like the fact that the cold weather has helped people stay in and keep their distance, on the
I try keeping busy. I do a little cleaning, a little cooking, a little gardening and these days a little knitting. It fills the time, gives me a sense of accomplishment, a full stomach, a somewhat clean house and more sweaters than I will ever wear in a life time!! Still by the fifth week
What to do when there is nothing to do. Or how to fill your time with nothing. We had Easter dinner on Friday. It’s a tradition. We then eat turkey all weekend. Tonight I will make turkey a la king. The question is what to pour it over. Normally it would be egg noodles, but
OK, I’m writing much more and will probably be writing even more. I’ve joined a free 27 day writing group. We are sent a writing challenge every day for 27 days and must write (by hand) for 15 minutes on a stimulus we are given. Today it was to remember something from this pandemic. Here’s
Really my life should be very simple. I’m retired – sort of. I’m not a doctor. I don’t have to make life and death decisions. I don’t have to count ventilators or keep people out of parks. All I have to do is cook, clean and craft. I don’t even have to feed the cat
OK, I started yesterday, but finished to-day. In fact about a week ago, I decided to make several face masks with material left over from a cushion I had made several years ago. I would normally not panic and wear a mask and/or gloves, but there have been too many articles in the paper lately
……I am constantly affected by the quality of light. Sunlight, to quote John Denver, always makes me high. I find dimly lit rooms depressing, harsh lights irritating, and neon of any description, unless it’s Hollywood, soul destroying. On the other hand, lovely windows, filled with light have a certain ethereal quality. They restore the spirit,
I love oxymorons – phrases that seem to be contradictions, such as “less is more” or “more is less.” Our writing word for today is “birthday.” I immediately thought of the title of this post. With all the joy of coming into this world, there is the sad fact that you will leave it at
I’m back to coupled writing! After a break for the holidays, my writing partner and I have again begun giving each other words for posts. My word is “conundrum,” taken from the latest book by Malcolm Gladwell, Talking to Strangers – more on the book later. I love conundrum. It sounds like the bumbling fools
