Off on a tangent today, wandering Mastodon, and low and behold an idea took hold. I’ve had these black & white photographs I’ve been keen to do something with, and today I was inspired. This picture was of a blurred image, with the hashtag #impressionism. It was rather lovely. So, I revved up my ol’Polarr Photo Editor, and started playing. Reflecting and fringing and adjusting… … Continue reading Creating Serenity From Wild Things
A sampling of one of my favourite genus, the bohemian Syngonium Podophylum – also known as an Arrowhead. They just have this grow anywhere, anyhow vibe. They do fine in bright indirect light, or relatively low light. A bonus feature for beginners, is they are rather forgiving, propagate like a weed, and don’t require anything fancy. Sure, they’d love a bit more humidity than most, … Continue reading I ♥‿♥ Syngonium
I watch them. Their ways, their means, their choices, their habits. I watch their leaves turn to the light, see what they like, don’t like, watch their roots in glass vessels grow. Continue reading Who Is Polly Unfurled?
that day I remember removed from the chatter it was August again still existing living leaning towards the river like a willow bending and lending me a little of its strength by and by the water passes from the past meandering upon those paths that other sunny day an island I am and those days though they were vivid another season another time other interpretations … Continue reading A Vibrant Summer Day
I broke down, couldn’t handle it any longer. This sense of creative suppression, this feeling of being trapped by devices that seemed to be closing me in, and cutting me off from every artistic spark I had, piece by piece, bit by bit. First world problems, as it were, but annoying as hell. Over the course of the last few months, both of my eReader/tablet … Continue reading The Clouds And I
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
My wish for today To laugh, to smile, with a friend Just because I can. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.” Continue reading three wishes
I love my woodland garden best on rainy days. Each drop is filtered through the Black Walnut above, and I walk along the pathway, admiring each leaf and flower. The play of light as the raindrops settle, illuminating the texture, nature & colour of each. Subtle shifts of light highlight the contrast of leaf, and I imagine the raindrops filtering through the earth towards the … Continue reading Joy & Rainy Day Garden Quotes
I realized the strangest thing after ditching D3, I was happier. He began as a Crossroads Man, and that I fear he shall remain. Perhaps a lesson? Always. Everyone they say you meet is in some way a lesson…if we choose to see it that way. My sensual Leo nature purred, and I learned somewhere along the way in my travels that I’d gained a … Continue reading With Blind Faith And A Bohemian Heart
He couldn’t help himself. Really. Thomas is an asshole. Last week Irish and I are at D3’s for some din din, and doesn’t she go AWOL. Heart stopping panic washed over me. However, it was short lived as she was of course two doors down at the neighbour’s ~ ensconced beside this guy and his girlfriend on their front porch. She certainly is one for … Continue reading Thomas The Cat
Was out and about yesterday Mom walking the blond bombshell, and so I decide its high time I made my way back to Soho – or so they call the area now around the Old Vic – short for South Of Huron. Its all posh now, least in spirit. My objective was not to admire the bespoke chicness evolving, but rather to revisit the spot … Continue reading Sloshing Thru The Snow
You know Mom, I realized today as I was cresting the hill at Euston Meadow, that I had not been there in the winter since maybe 1998, and it is breathtaking. It is a REAL meadow. With dead stalks of wildflowers, grasses and native trees. Sumac and Maples, Cedars, Spruce, graceful Willows and such ring the periphery of the one end. Given the time of … Continue reading Becoming A Meadow
If there is one thing I know, it is the many facets of grief. It hangs around in the shadows, and dampens our spirit – not letting it out is what feeds it. So I suppose that release of pent-up angst is what yesterday perhaps was about, my letting out of those shadows. So yesterday, that last day of the days of nothing, walks, and … Continue reading Why I Made Mac and Cheese
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