My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

Here she is curled up on my lap, this cuddly wee bundle of puppy joy, she is the quintessential lap dog. You know, she actually is the dog all my other big dogs wanted to be. Certainly the sort of doggy-o our first Doberman Jinx always wished she were, rather than her gigantic 130 pound (58.97 kg) or so big chested Doberman Pinscher self. Now, … Continue reading My Vicious Little Vixen Eviscerates, And Ain’t No Victim, I’m Predictin’

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Dogs, vignettes

Old Dog Toys Teach A New Dog Poise

The pint size puppa-roonie and I are settling in, getting used to that empty space in our lives, with Irish gone. Though, bits and pieces of her wuft out from under dressers, and so she is still ever present. Now Pika, I don’t know what she feels, but I will say that when the mobile vet arrived at the door, it was her wee feet … Continue reading Old Dog Toys Teach A New Dog Poise

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Dogs, vignettes

My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu

She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. We let them in, and he proceeded to tell us … Continue reading My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu

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Dogs, vignettes

Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop

They reach right in and grab your heart in their tinsy little paws, naughty love bites to cement the deal, and the wee vixen pulls at the strings. It just came to me, you know, we are a pack, Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel and The Old Golden One named Irish and I. Case in point, when a couple days ago the wee one got a … Continue reading Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop

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Dogs, vignettes

So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me

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And, We’re Off

Yes, the times have certainly found us, with impeachment on the horizon now, and with the Ukrainian story in mind, let us not forget a couple realities. First off, how bout we just get this one out of the way, we all know Russia plays dirty. Once Putin’s devious little mind is set, on a conquest, a goal per se, they are willing to achieve … Continue reading And, We’re Off

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And So I Return To The River, Down To My River To Celebrate New Truths

I turned around and she said“Why do you always end up down at Nick’s Cafe?”I said “I don’t know, the wind just kind of pushed me this way.”She said “Hang the rich.” Robbie Roberston, Somewhere Down The Crazy River Last weekend, after spending the night up kvetching over those dark nights of the raging soul with a new friend, I related my own suppressed rage … Continue reading And So I Return To The River, Down To My River To Celebrate New Truths

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Words To My Mother I Write

That night the moon hung full in the nights sky, as we stood along the front porch, lost in our thoughts, of her, my mother. The undertaker had been called, and as they placed her body in that black bag they always use, we went outside, to be one with the grief we all shared. As they brought her body out, we not a one … Continue reading Words To My Mother I Write

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What Is Bred In My Bones, The Birds And The Bees, The Flowers, And Even The Trees

I suppose it’s an inherited thing, a legacy from generations of gardeners. Each of us with our own style, our own purpose, of our own time, beginning, that I know of with my Great-Great Aunt Jen. Now, one thing about this Great Aunt is that, like many ancestors of the time, her name was not actually ‘Jen’. No, instead her name was actually Judith Jane, … Continue reading What Is Bred In My Bones, The Birds And The Bees, The Flowers, And Even The Trees

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Gardens, Journals, vignettes

My Own Temenos / Garden Of My Heart And Soul / An Enchanted Wood

It was September 2013 when I finally found an apartment, after living with my sister for 6 months, and those 4 months at Irish Lake after Tim died, and almost the first thing I asked my landlord was…”can I garden? Can I plant and move things and so forth, can I, can I?” He said yes… and here I am 6 years on. There are … Continue reading My Own Temenos / Garden Of My Heart And Soul / An Enchanted Wood

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Gardens, pictures, vignettes

Tales From A Rented Garden: An Oasis Under Assault

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

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Gardens, pictures, vignettes

Trash to treasures and Whimsy of a Woodlandia Rented Garden

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

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Gardens, pictures, vignettes

Jardin De Refuse For A Rented Garden Becoming Wabi-Sabi

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

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