Today, an absolutely gorgeous, gorgeous dayand how could I nottell youabout the garden it’s May, and whatI ask youcould sound lovelier last week, we had a call from the Horticultural Societyasking if we were still interested inmaking ours a stop…
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Monday morning early, at workwhile getting to the wateringI met a snake, it startled meI don’t mind snakes, as a speciesit just makes one jump, when something movesunexpectedly it occurs to me now, that thisis precisely what social anxiety feels…
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This morning begins kind of dullin colour onlythe skies don’t hold any particular shadetodayspring temperatures having once again taken adipand showers remain kind ofimminentApril 1st, and so I supposethe flowers and I arekind ofexpecting it I come with coffee, to…
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Outside, the back garden looks bleakvery early spring, it’s true but most anywhere you lookthe dogs have trampledand one particular fellow, has chewedand dugand just generally annihilatedany resemblance ofbeautifying nature I’ve been away from my usual writing postI’m sure your…
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To look out on the gardenmid-to-late Januarywondering, as I do…is it the gorgeously strong seed headsthat tenderly hold the snowas it falls or is it the snowas it gatherstogetherin numbers that indeed add their strengthto the seed headsas they standindefianceof…
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Maybe in the grand scheme of thingsit isn’t really muchof anything… this morning, I am about four hundred pages inwhich is a little lessthan half-waythroughthe most wonderful bookthat I am enjoyingimmenselyconsisting of letters between six sistersspanning about the wholeof the…
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This morning I notice a bookunder the nightstandby our bed It’s called Fifty on Fifty orsomething of that naturewhile here I am on the eve often years pastand… I’m not even sure I have read it it seems strange yet,…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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“If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”~ Lewis Carroll Days have felt likeAlicetumbling down into the darknessofthe rabbit holeunable to grab hold of muchor make senseof a worldgone tonon-sense…
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In the high heat of summer dayswhich I absolutelylovedays in which it isvitalthat yousitfor a time, and give thanksfor a breezeand the intermittent coverage of passingclouds where the soft coo of the doveseems to suitthescorchdays where one would expect to…
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