On the stoop yesterday aft, productive day, as the doggo got a walko, and other things I needed to do, and we spent some quality time on the stoop. Watching the world go by, and while there is less of it, or less people, there are people. Actually, more people, but spaced out people throughout that day, going on their daily sanity stroll round the … Continue reading A Peek At Where I Hang My Hats
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” RACHEL CARSON, SILENT SPRING Continue reading Vernal Vibes Of Canadian Woodlands
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair Continue reading thinking of when i ride Rose again
walking past ruinson a sunny day, i strayedreplaying those days remains of the Old Victoria Hospital – 1875 – 2013 Continue reading remains of the old vic
to Euston we wentto enjoy the sunny dayand greet the forest Continue reading images of a place
Thames River – Deshkan Ziibi (“Antler River”) in Anishnaabemowin, the Ojibwe language spoken by Anishnaabe peoples. LOCATION: Harris Park, London, Ontario, Canada Continue reading They Called It The Antler River
Actually, ignored my phone almost the entire time I was at my sisters for Christmas. From Christmas eve till Boxing Day when we left, barely touched it, no desire nor interest, didn’t care anything about what was transpiring down yonder, and it was wonderful. Writing so much the last couple years about that incompetent crybaby down yonder in the land of my birth I guess … Continue reading Crackhead And Sh!tstain, A Big Bad Wolf, And A Merry Yadda Yadda
Just noticed recently, she has white whiskers on her chin. Catch her in the right light, at the right angle, like this morn at dawn. Maybe a little inheritance, somehow, from my bearded Irish lassie? Anywho, 3 or so little white whiskers poke out, right there in the little white spot of her chin. She spent barely 3 weeks with Irish, they have no shared … Continue reading A Long Walk To Euston
catching memoriesas they pass byglimpsing whispersof goodbyeto heram i Continue reading i am
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
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
by PaulaB 