The Village
When A Village Parades
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 […]
Morea sidewalk
when it’s beneath us it is a shared way to go that brings us to home word :: COMMUNAL
Morethat day, and why i wore shades
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
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A Village Aglow
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 […]
MoreVillage Sketches: The Divine One And His Servant
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 […]
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