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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March comesratherquietly in… againlike a lamb, as theysay feels a kind of hopeful thingdoesn’t itthe ‘march’ on to spring(nearly there) I am reading a very good and important bookby Maria Ressa, a courageous, strong andintelligent womana book heading straight for…
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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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On a day designedfor loveor was it, a day designedto sell flowers either way, begin your day in kindnessan early valentine arrives from afriendone good heart squeezeto start the day think of nudging the one beside metoromance a return trip…
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Tuesday morning, I see that Toby Keith has diedfrom stomach cancerimmediately I forward the message to ourfamily group chatsad three things, very important to our familybooks, music, moviesbut I could also add to this,smart, intelligent witandhumourand something I am always…
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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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Morning, December 23rdthe fan in the bedroomabove the bedbeginsa tinysqueak… and I am awake with thoughtsofthingsto be accomplished tis the season of wondersnot least of allfor a Momand one whose feeble attemptswill always beto keep the magicin Christmas and this…
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Last week begins,anxiety highand I can feel it on the insideif I am stillit pullsand it churns like one of thosebingo things that tumbles the ballswith numbers on themit is worry for thingsunknownfor my kids, and for thingsIhaven’t donefor things…
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It’s all in the waythat it shines through leavessome justbarely hanging on by athread makes them shimmyever so slightly even when skies to the northbeginin adark, dark grey while from this sideit comes in, in streamsof gold makes things lessdreary,…
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Ooof,and so it begins… One of many mornings to come,when I will exclaim to my husbandor really,to the dayin my froggy morning voice What fresh hell is this…(deep bow to Dorothy Parker) somehow overnight the world outside my windowturned intoa…
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