March 2023

reality, Toronto

On the kindness of strangers…….

My name is not Blanche and I am not a character in a Tennessee Williams’ play. I’ll reserve comment on the author’s chosen name later. However, I am a person in need of help from time to time, because I struggle, as many of us do, to: 1. Pay the bills. 2. Do the right […]

Joy, reality

Fields of Snowdrop Joy….

 ….I wrote about Snowdrop Joy a few posts ago. I think it was late February or early Match and it was about one very brave Snowdrop. I now have masses…OK….lots of Snowdrops up in the garden. If tomorrow is a good day, I’ll try to rake the leaves around the patches and give them some

Joy, reality

Fields of Snowdrop Joy….

 ….I wrote about Snowdrop Joy a few posts ago. I think it was late February or early Match and it was about one very brave Snowdrop. I now have masses…OK….lots of Snowdrops up in the garden. If tomorrow is a good day, I’ll try to rake the leaves around the patches and give them some

Joy, reality

The Joy of form and order….

After a week of chaos, I now have a new dining room ceiling. It’s been painted, as have the walls to the wainscotting. The furniture is back in place and every inch of the room has been scrubbed clean. I also decluttered as I went, so I now have a box of odds and ends

Joy, reality

The Joy of form and order….

After a week of chaos, I now have a new dining room ceiling. It’s been painted, as have the walls to the wainscotting. The furniture is back in place and every inch of the room has been scrubbed clean. I also decluttered as I went, so I now have a box of odds and ends

Joy, reality, travel

The Joy of Chaos!!

 I’m in chaos right now –  1. The dinning room is in the living room. 2. My bedroom is covered in drop sheets. 3. The spare room is full of bedding etc. from the other rooms. OK, I could ask the cat to move over, but his bed is a bit small. I had not

Joy, poetry, reality

The Joy of Everything!!

Some weeks there is nothing, as far as Joy is concerned – well almost nothing. I still have to get used to the idea that waking up in the morning should be an act of pure Joy. The last week of February, for example, was the week from Hell. However, I must have found some

Joy, poetry, reality

The Joy of Everything!!

Some weeks there is nothing, as far as Joy is concerned – well almost nothing. I still have to get used to the idea that waking up in the morning should be an act of pure Joy. The last week of February, for example, was the week from Hell. However, I must have found some

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