My Ordinary Life
“I just happen to like ordinary things. When I paint them, I don’t try to make them extraordinary. I just try to paint them ordinary-ordinary”. Andy Warhol In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “(Extra)ordinary.” Continue reading My Ordinary Life
An Orchard Becoming A Forest
I have read some of these trails are said to be over a thousand years old. When John Graves Simcoe first came to this fork in the Thames, this area is where they camped. Once an apple orchard, now left to go wild, it is easy to forget all ones cares and roam amongst the Staghorn Sumac and Asters, the grasses rustling in the autumn … Continue reading An Orchard Becoming A Forest
And All There Is Left Is Me
it is here, again. like seasons, like clouds like weather. fear it, or not, yet still it comes. lazy days, give way, to rain. to cloud. to sun. again. yet still it comes. it, sooths you, may move you, improve you, and, it will change you. yet still it will come. In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.” Continue reading And All There Is Left Is Me
Grids Of London
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.” Continue reading Grids Of London
I Am Fred
Your sister left me for dead on her back porch; I must have been a sight. Lonely, starved for light and affection, I can never ever repay you. Ever. Anyone else would have thought me long past saving, but you looked past my dishevelled, half-dead appearance, refreshed my soil, expanded my world and patiently, lovingly, removed every single energy sucker that had infested my bark. I suppose its been over … Continue reading I Am Fred
Leo In Retrograde
You of course are aware of my broken wrist, due to a tumble during a tango at a place called the Grinning Gator, of all things. The floor was open, with nothing but me and the multiple ales I’d consumed to stop the fun. It all worked in my favour, truth be told. The pain of the break kept me from work, and the short-term … Continue reading Leo In Retrograde
the monochrome frog
Is it a picture, Within a picture, again? And, does it matter? In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.” Continue reading the monochrome frog
With This Ring I Thee…
It’s been this on again, off again, thang, for about two years now. It’s on again, although I’m not exactly sure why, but there ya go Ok, so I’ve been kvetching with a fellow widow I met through my Earth Angel. We’ve plied the depths, of the men we’ve dated, past and present, and the role we both played in our spouses deaths, as caregivers. … Continue reading With This Ring I Thee…
Looking At It Another Way
They call me Euston, and what you see today was not alway so. I have been many things, been raped, abandoned, and abused. Although it has been decades, I know some wounds will never heal; remnants of my garbage pit days of yore. ~ ••• ~ I first met Euston in the 90’s, back when I was married. It was all in the open, and … Continue reading Looking At It Another Way
Random Encounters
It slammed into me, this entangled mystery, a few days ago. I’ve wrestled with its myriad implications, yet can’t quite grasp onto it; atleast not entirely. Yeah, and certainly the true significance of …it… still escapes me. Oh, and scares me. Yip. As well puts the old BS meter on hi-alert. I just can not stop thinking…why? Why Why Why? Why THAT day? Out of … Continue reading Random Encounters
when cancelling isn’t necessarily a bad thing
Well, how bout that, I suppose I will just have to sit here and watch these clouds drift by on my own. Plans fell through, and he has to work. That other me would have been sad. He’s threatened to come before, so I half expected it. Still though, point being, I’m OK with it. Actually, perhaps releaved, a little. Perhaps old lovers should stay … Continue reading when cancelling isn’t necessarily a bad thing
Wildflower Walks By The Thames | August 2015
Trapped forever on its own, The Coves are a naturalized set of trails along the old elbow of The Thames River. It can be wild, or restrained, hilly, or grassy trails meandering along the banks. Where wildflowers grow, so do bees, and bugs, butterfly’s and birds; providing a plethora of pollinator, and seed distributors, and other propagators. One can start at Euston Meadow, or park … Continue reading Wildflower Walks By The Thames | August 2015
Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
Thursday morn, 3 AM, whip the covers aside, leap out of bed, to something chirping/squealing under those covers. I am hiding behind the bathroom door, and I am not awake enough yet to know why. Or what. Or if I am awake. This portion is still a blur. No word of a lie Mom, something, that sounds an awful lot like a bat, was trapped … Continue reading Did I Mention A Bat Once Pooped On My Head?
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