May 2020

gardening, pandemic, reality

Purposeful progress….

As we work (or not, as the case may be) through this lock down, I am reminded of the need to have purposeful activity. Day 3 of my 27 day writing exercise was a poem about saving an ant. Well, I have too many ants and more than a dozen ant traps in the house […]

gardening, pandemic, reality

Purposeful progress….

As we work (or not, as the case may be) through this lock down, I am reminded of the need to have purposeful activity. Day 3 of my 27 day writing exercise was a poem about saving an ant. Well, I have too many ants and more than a dozen ant traps in the house

pandemic, reality

This is the wrath of God…..

…..snow in May. He is angry – very angry. OK, I’m not much of a believer, but there are times when I feel that the cosmos is trying to tell us something. Mute nature, finds ways of communicating. Time to listen to the snowflakes. Poets have been trying to tell us for years, that we

gardening, pandemic

Curbside Curtsies……

During the shut down for this pandemic, retail has “kept a light on” by doing curb-side pick up, as well as, shipping out and deliveries. I have ordered a few things on-line and specified curb-side pick up. Well, spell checker decided to change “curbside” to “curtsied.” I’m not sure why. I thought it was just

gardening, pandemic

Curbside Curtsies……

During the shut down for this pandemic, retail has “kept a light on” by doing curb-side pick up, as well as, shipping out and deliveries. I have ordered a few things on-line and specified curb-side pick up. Well, spell checker decided to change “curbside” to “curtsied.” I’m not sure why. I thought it was just

pandemic, reality

The Darkling Thrush……

It’s a phrase that was written a long time ago in a newspaper one Spring and it caught the attention of the staff room on a giddy day in early May. The complete phrase is : “In Spring, nothing looks more like a clump of earth than the Darkling Thrush..” or something like that. It

pandemic, reality

The Darkling Thrush……

It’s a phrase that was written a long time ago in a newspaper one Spring and it caught the attention of the staff room on a giddy day in early May. The complete phrase is : “In Spring, nothing looks more like a clump of earth than the Darkling Thrush..” or something like that. It

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