and the day goes by with a sigh this one with sunshine sparkling through the leaves as i watch a tiger swallowtail butterfly as it flits by to and fro and i know he whispers hi, goodbye to me #FOWC Continue reading 9 years since his very last birthday
the sun dances thru and they go away he, she, them all, everyone the morning light drifts into the high afternoon across the sky and the dove coos her mourning as evening light descends till the western glow of it setting and the Cardinals sing a tune dog barks, voices from the street, laughter drifts in to my secret hideaway in this in-between watching the … Continue reading one June day in my garden
This has happened time and time again, in Afghanistan in the late 1970s, in Germany in the 1930s, Russia at the turn of the century, the 20th century was a time of the rise of the dictator, born of fear, in steps just the leader to take advantage of the turmoil, and another authoritarian regime is born from the chaos. Regimes ride in on waves … Continue reading Do Not Look Away, Do Not Turn Off, Do Not Tune Out, And Above All, We Can Not Lose Faith
This person I am today, this version, lets say version 7.0, came about through building on the theme of me. The desire towards self, towards being, towards my meaning. It is a question from the ages, from time immemorial some parts of humanity has sought for this, and so have I. I can see the path clearly in retrospect – from childhood innocence, to adolescence … Continue reading The Passion Of Me And How I Discovered My Asexuality
I for one, for the most part, am an advocate for rain, selfishly for my garden and specifically for those old Victorian Ostrich Ferns I brought from The Homestead. It has rained so much this spring that many farmers have had to delay putting their crops in, and so they are behind, and from forecast models I’ve seen for the year I don’t believe it … Continue reading Tales From A Rented Garden: An Oasis Under Assault
When I look at, listen to, read about anything Trump related, the one thing that stands out is how out of touch he is with reality. Reality to him seems like some sort of thing he can mould to take the shape of whatever ‘reality’ he is in, unrelated to actual ‘reality’. See, one of the reasons I’ve hauled back on the U.S. Political posts … Continue reading So, About That Politico Mumbo Jumbo, I Don’t Know What The Hades To Say, And Some Advice
Grandma’s younger sister, the second to youngest, Aunt Helen, was a world traveller, retired public school teacher, a collector of bric-a-brac which she arranged on the walls, in collages, nooks and crannies, in corners, on tables. When you first walked in to her parlour, her sitting room, the dining room, whether it was down at the family farm, or her place in town, her rooms … Continue reading Trash to treasures and Whimsy of a Woodlandia Rented Garden
A garden like this is a rough sketch, a thing becoming, a thing of chaos and order, spirit and shadow in the changing light, as well as changing goals, and changing up a few dreams. Being rented, just because it happens to be out my door, I never know absolutely 100% if I will be here next spring, next season. I definitely want to be, … Continue reading Jardin De Refuse For A Rented Garden Becoming Wabi-Sabi
A garden has a lot to teach, of patience, compromise, of light and shadow and how to play with it, of creation, of beginnings and endings. You learn from a garden that indeed the eye does like to travel, as someone once said, in sweeps of singularity of colour or type, drawing you forward to the heart of it, or framing the prize view. Gardens … Continue reading Some Tales From A Rented Garden, Of Time, Lessons, and That Lungwort Flowers
Not to toot my own horn, but I seriously rarely toot my own horn, so TOOT TOOT. I have spent all my personal time of late, my days off, my afternoons, mornings watching dappled sunlight sparkle, and I am enchanted, stunned with its beauty, this ethereal sense of watching the wilding world go by. Enchanted by all that comes and goes, flits through, breezes by, … Continue reading Tales From A Rented Garden: How To Love A Begonia
I’ve always been interested in the beginnings of things, those pinnacles of history when one thing slowly, gradually, becomes something else. These are times of upheaval, of great change, but also of new ideas and beliefs that seemingly spring up from the ether of… well who knows from where they come. As far as Saints go, St. Cuthbert is probably one of my favourites, not … Continue reading The Salmon And The Eagle And A Different Way
We all become those creatures of habit, of doing the same thing, day after day, rinse repeat. Such as how I begin my walks with Irish, going thru my hedgerow door, across the parking lot towards the Yews. I go that way for one reason, as that spot I know is like one of the primary ‘pee’ spots in the hood, every single dog that … Continue reading All The Usual Places
This year I am so enamoured with my garden, of how it has aged, filled in, the play of light on the foliage, the golden creeping jenny with the kelly green of the Plantaginea Hostas enmass, and the play of light through the Asparagus Fern in the plant stand I found. Tis definitely my little oasis. We all need that escape, that tranquility, of a … Continue reading My Japanese Inspired Woodland Garden
by PaulaB 