My favourite. Favourite? That is hard. Yet, after a bike ride round the village, and I came back sentimental to boot, I choose this one. The object in question my oldest niece made, and I love it, it always makes me smile, so, that’s why I chose this one. Posted 4 years ago, it is a series of all the things I’ve found, or had … Continue reading My Favourite
This lovely is an Autumn Fern, and I actually sat there this morning sipping the rich brew from my French Press, gazing at it for a good 15 minutes, mesmerized at how the light touches its beautiful bronze fronds in the morning light. Had to share. Ah, details are what has me out there for hours on end, watching, taking big breaths of pleasure, at … Continue reading Vintage Poop And Victorian Ladies
The one and only younger sister unit and I are in her truck a few nights ago, getting ready to get out and head over to Museum London, where her younger one was getting an award for her grade 8 Heritage Project, and we’d arrived a tad early. The niece #2 unit, the one getting the said award, is in the back, nose in her … Continue reading Tales She Told On Bristol Board
Never could wrap my head around eastern philosophy, not entirely. Our Anglicanness {read Grandmother} and practical salt of the earth Presbyterian ancestors, kind of made it a bit of a hard slog to fully embrace. Standing now so long downwind from the staid rituals of such things, I am returning for another perusal. You know, Anglican church services don’t have what one would call philosophies, … Continue reading The Path Into The Light Seems Dark
Through the hedge is another country, the great “out there”, as it were. Often you’ll find me basking in the shadows made by the Black Walnut Trees that surround this little place I call home, dripping their toxicity, allowing only woodlanders to thrive, and dismissing the dalliances of species that do not belong – VIP only. Black walnut is allopathic, as it excretes chemicals into … Continue reading Thru My Arbour There Is A Place
Up this morning before the crack of stupid, for what purpose I knew not, or, er, not initially. Yet, I admit it became clearer as the morning rolled along. I am a total sap. Romantic to my very core, as well as idealistic, and I fall hard for stories of TrUuuueee LOoove. Watching all the fabulous hats and men in shiny spats parading down the … Continue reading A Liquid Day In Many Ways
Outside I can hear the cars go by, and the sky is blue, but I am not. The floor is clean. The mouse is gone, or dead, whichever. Not a lot of the day left, but the sun is still shining, and I gaze out at the trees, I see a cloud go by. I’m almost done the book. I don’t want to be done … Continue reading Enter Title Here
though a door in the closet under the stairs through the looking-glass an abandoned mansion that lay inside old velvet walls beckon me towards dusty corners up the winding stair where more neglect lies hidden from my view, no more ignoring the darkness inside will consume you and goes past unaware ** ~~ ** ~~ ** ~~ ** [photo courtesy WP Free Photo Library] Continue reading within
Just noticed the leaves on the Black Walnut are starting to unfurl, as more rain falls, and the sky is gray. Beside me on the shelf sit a trio of ferns, each different from the other, and each a new purchase, something to green up my little nook when I can’t be outside in my garden. I find them inspiring, beautiful, soothing, and they seem … Continue reading When I Was 6
Seventeen years ago this October 31st, and Mother’s Day blows in like a gentle breeze, kisses my cheek, and I smile and am thankful I had her as my mom. The other day at work I overheard some co-workers asking each other what are you doing for your mom this year? I got teary, turned away, thinking I wanted to tell them how lucky they … Continue reading Every Year On That Day
Down the sidewalks of the village, left and then a right, and left, wait for the light and then we cross the busy road. Almost there, almost. We pass the daycare, and ahead I can see the green. Well, with a dog it’s never that straightforward. Of course, she must sniff every single upright structure for the ‘news’ of who’s been there before her, inspect … Continue reading The Best Things In Life Are Free
As ‘we the people’ are split apart with a well-placed wedge stuck in a crack in a log, and deftly knocked, splitting down the centre, as he settles his generous white butt into that house of white down yonder in the land of my birth. Which, by the way, is why I care, and, well, and my Dad’s Dad’s family are news junkies, so it’s … Continue reading And The Ghost Of Robert Jackson Appears Stage Left
Down to The Coves with Irish last week, experimenting with the colour isolation feature on my camera. Weeping Willows at this time of year turn this beautiful golden hue as the leaves come in, against the grey of the rest of the trees around, and I’ve always thought they were rather lovely this time of year. As we proceeded down the path, keeping the colour … Continue reading The Golden Feathers
by PaulaB 