45 might be the real meaning of life, as opposed to 42. Here is a post I copied from someone else, with my notations: “To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written. (Here it is) My odometer rolled over to 90 […]
45 might be the real meaning of life, as opposed to 42. Here is a post I copied from someone else, with my notations: “To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written. (Here it is) My odometer rolled over to 90
….. Canada Geese particularly. I was in a suburban area of Toronto the other day, waiting for a friend, when I saw this parade of geese come over a rise on the west side of a busy north-south thoroughfare. They walked towards the road, stepped into traffic, waited for the cars to stop and then
I like the word “mantel.” It’s a covering, a cloak, perhaps. I think of phrases, such as, the court’s “mantel of justice” or the skin’s “acid mantel” and I think of protection. I plant the flower, Lady’s Mantel, for many reasons, partly because I like the sound of the name, partly because of its concept
I like the word “mantel.” It’s a covering, a cloak, perhaps. I think of phrases, such as, the court’s “mantel of justice” or the skin’s “acid mantel” and I think of protection. I plant the flower, Lady’s Mantel, for many reasons, partly because I like the sound of the name, partly because of its concept
