Tamara Willems

. . . and to you this day . . .

and out… like a lion

Spring stepped inunannouncedtrusting all footprints would belightly covered overfrom the falling snowand the cold windI suppose,became the lion partushering outthe last blastsofwinter although still feeling the lashings ofundertowyou did it, you knowwhile wanting to keep the whole world outsomehow you…
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February sunshine and blue…

Late February, how weird is thatwhat can often feel like the longest monthseems to be slipping awayand indeed,rather beautifully, I might add Family day, where I will soak myselfin the great luxuryofhome(and butter tarts)while dear husband takes his staffto make…
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To have met you… in a book

Well now, to have finished a booksuch as this a beautiful book aboutstill life and lifeinstill–ness days of pandemic and how it waswegot ourselvesthrough about photographywhat it is we may be looking ator forand what it is wesee about life,…
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Today I am reading about flowers…

Today I am reading about flowersamong other thingswhich to meseemsthe perfect thing for late January for several years we have been inching our waytowardsun-lawningthe sort of unnatural, obsessive, artificialbeautification ofspaceslooking more toward justenjoyingthe marvelous wonder ofwild things and always I…
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whimpers in soft c…

Sunday morning’s rather soggy dawnopensaslight little yips forhelpfrom an aging dog knowing perhaps whowill respond I am up where soft whimpersare actually less about helpand morefor shared company we begin strict orders and the very real need forconvalescencesounds kind of…
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when here we are again..

In the night I amlisteningharbouring back to the days ofbabies and toddlersnever quite fully asleep… just in caseinstead now, I am listening for sounds ofdistressas our beloved, gentle giant of a dogseems to be aging quiterapidlyback legs failing to cooperateand…
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have you seen the sun…

Early days of January, where weather isbest describedasbleakhard to remember when last one sawthe sunor the stars evengrey, grey skies, most often issuingrain drops instead ofsnow(as January ought to) this morning I sit down to coffeeand in reverent sort of…
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