I’m wondering just now, if I have forgotten to tell you how very much I admire your strength and always how much you are willing to give in your own gentle kind of way I wondered if I had said to you lately how much I…
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On days when I feel the pull to write but have not f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ , strike that – made the time I find, I get little else accomplished my head feels a bit muddled with the words I have not properly divvied out a symphony of sorts not yet rendered thoughts floating through…
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We often have, my dear husband and I a difference of opinion in the garden and thank goodness really, as how boring would we be otherwise I have a great affection for the things that roam rather freely self-seed, grow up and through I happen to like things that…
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I spend the morning resisting the urge to ask him if he still loves me when I know he does, but just sometimes it’s still nice to hear it always I marvel at how someone chooses the everyday the day in and day out of things what makes You love Me I…
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Today.. well today is, as they say – all the feels. Today, a day when our big maple tree is cut down, for safety. After a brief but mighty wind blew through in a thunderstorm, last weekbreaking off substantial branches…
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It matters, I will tell you in how you begin when your mood for the day feels rather salty or is it now crunchy, as my daughters might say it matters in how you will get up to make your own coffee open a new book you may not be quite…
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When after a brief but somewhat ferocious storm we are left with the aftermath and destruction, when the fallen and snapped off portions have been cut, chipped and carted away the disfigured remainder left standing now added to the terminal list, how sad one feels at the inevitability of losing one…
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This morning finds me feeling a little unwell not sure if it is something I ate or just what but I am taking it slow and gentle already my husband is out in the garden cleaning up bits he thinks I may not notice before he is off to…
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The week begins in high anxiety, which I can tell you feels like a constant churning inside worries of unknown origin incessant gnawing some sort of invisible thing chewing away at small pieces inside of me or running wildly on a wheel to get very quickly nowhere Ugh… really is my…
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“There’s your shot right there, he says, where’s your camera!?! “like it is somehow always attached the current point of focus this little red bugalthough my first shot, when I grab itis a ladybugwho has caught my eye so brilliantly vibrant in the morning…
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