January 2021

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 […]

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, 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, 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.

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