One of my earliest memories of childhood is this day when I was 4, my friend was 3, and our moms had sent us down that summer day to the village post office to get the mail. My friend was the ‘street savvy’ of the two of us, as I was sort of dorky shy kid and certainly did not have the kahunas she did, … Continue reading When Only A Village Will Do
Sitting here chit-chatting away, completely wrapped up, sipping our beer, and we both heard the jingle of the Mocha Shriners shoes, and sure enough, out through my little hedgerow, through my little Hobbitshire way, we could make out the brightly coloured fabric of their iconic wardrobe, with those swirling toe shoes causing them to take those exaggerated strides. He faded down the way to join … Continue reading When A Village Parades
when it’s beneath us it is a shared way to go that brings us to home word :: COMMUNAL Continue reading a sidewalk
it was the Solstice 2017 and all through the village I could hear dancers on the green with drummers drumming so i drifted that way towards the beauty and joy leaked out through my eyes, is why I wore shades that summers day for WPC :: some more of what I saw that day Continue reading that day, and why i wore shades
I’ve learned over the years, the hard way, that beginning with a new garden one must think the long term. Where are YOU going to be five years from now? Where are you going to be next spring? What do you like to do in your spare time? Do you have spare time? This garden I am privileged to live within, is part of a … Continue reading Fundamental Foundations
Yesterday was perfect – in every way possible. Perfect. Not too hot, not to cool. A beautiful breeze moved throughout my little abode, brushing away the winter woes. Freshly laundered bed linens hung on Grandma’s wooden cloths dryer all afternoon, soaking in the day. Last night I slumbered upon dreams of fresh summer days, and the scent of sunshine. Continue reading A Village Aglow
What is it, exactly, that makes a place charming? What orchestrates those that inhabit these environs of grace. For, tis these idiosyncratic sorts that truly give a place its splendid character. Such as the vignette I came upon yesterday at the end of our (Irish and I) hike along the Thames. As we were strolling down the main thoroughfare, Irish has at this point scrapped … Continue reading Village Sketches: The Divine One And His Servant
by PaulaB 