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
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
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
I may have to change my route to work, as I cycle past his place, zigzagging through the village. Not a big thing, and won’t change the time it takes, but something. Something I have to avoid for a bit, I think, until the rawness subsides. It’s a trigger. Definitely a BIG trigger. I honestly didn’t know. I mean, saying it now it seems ridiculous, … Continue reading A Bonfire For The Soul
After I’d quit my dead-end dreary job that had tormented my very soul, he fed me, listening to the CBC on the radio in his dirty kitchen, stuff from his life laid bare before us, scattered across the table. Without him, I could not have done it, would not have quit, I at the very least would have starved if I’d even had the courage. … Continue reading Saying Goodbye To A Friend
The other morning, outside assisting a customer, and what a shock the one 80-foot long (fine, 10ft) box doesn’t fit in her Yaris hatchback. Measuring tape, anyone? Anyone? If you were picking up a package, wouldn’t you do some measuring? So, there we are in our little conundrum, me freezing my ears off and about to say that she’ll have to leave it here and … Continue reading Keeping Hope Chained In The Closet
I’m relatively passive and generally do not set out to murder the spider, step on the ant, entrap and kill the mouse, but there are rules. So, I have rules for the annihilation of, em, say a spider. There is a line on the wall and once crossed you are in my domain and as such are subject to my need to either let you … Continue reading Ramblings Brought On By A Wee Pooping Mammal Named Sylvester
Maybe call these the B side, the photos that didn’t make it into my last post on Euston Meadow. These are from March 25th of this year, and incidentally, I think the last spring-like day we’ve had so far, as it would seem as though Mother Nature is not feeling very “spring-like” yet. So today as they threaten more freezing rain, and I sit here … Continue reading Euston’s Bones
By the time I washed up on those shores it had been 5 years since Mom died, add another two since my marriages finale, and that morning I had been up all night, having returned alone to my apartment after another libatious evening within one of the bars that lined the shore of that lake, and I was restless. I had grabbed my camera and … Continue reading Setting And Rising Again
It was lightly snowing as I walked across the way to the grocery store for bus tickets, passed the shop where I buy my families Christmas presents every year, passed the coolest pet shop in London, eatery, eatery, new eatery, my dentist, the library, a coffee shop, the hardware store, organic eatery and on down to the Black Walnut Cafe (the place to be) to … Continue reading Have A Nice Day Get Lost
by PaulaB 