…which is better than losing face or maybe even Faith. I don’t know if there are parameters for things like – too much snow, too much grey, too much idle time, too much dark…. the list goes on. In fact, I have lost count of the number of – 1. Waves of this pandemic. I […]
The Winter of 2022 might just go down as the Winter from Hell. Well maybe I shouldn’t say Hell, because it’s warm there (or so I am told, I’ve never actually been) and should, as a result, melt everything. This Winter is definitely right up there with the Winter of 1970-71 where I distinctly remember
It used to be that you could go into a store and buy what you needed. You could go back to that store and buy the same thing again or its add-ons, as needed. Not anymore! Here’s my story. I’m reorganizing the house. I do it every few years. It clears out the cobwebs and
My apologies to anyone who has had a family member, close friend, anyone, die by suicide. I have had two encounters, so I have experienced, though never understood, the reality. Anyway, I am one of those people who survive through dark humour. It may be my Irish legacy; it may be just an aberrant characteristic.
If anything is going to save us from destruction, from total annihilation, or maybe just from ourselves, it won’t be religion, it won’t, for heavens sakes, be war. No, it will be neither of these. It will be music. “Praise the chord and hold the ammunition.” There have been innumerable studies done lately on the
Our writing word for today is “ease.” I am fixated with people who can do “things” with incredible ease. You know the casually dressed person who manages to have every item in their wardrobe matching. They wear a scarf with, what can I say, ease. It drapes perfectly, slants to a jaunty angle and moves
I can’t believe I haven’t written since late September. Well, on the other hand, maybe I can. I have had to face certain significant challenges between late September and late December. I will start at the end and work backwards – always the cart before the horse – I need to rein things in. 🙂
….OK not exactly a great title for a poem, the opening line of a novel or even the chorus of a song, as in “I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.” I kid you not, it is a real song – lonely little petunia in an onion patch. I grow some edible, leafy greens
People who know me, know I love growing “things.” Yes, growing older comes to mind, but not today. Fortunately, I have a large back garden. Unfortunately it is heavily treed – growing anything in the way of food and/or flowers is a challenge. Hence (love that word), I rely on my front garden to grow
