the other day sat in the gardenquietly bathing inthe ever gentle sights andsounds ofawea very young, very chatty robincomes in, lengthy conversation alreadyin progressit begins of course, because heor rather she… one is not entirely surehas quite a lot to…
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Another gorgeous day beginsitsunfolding of course it will start with a quiet readwhere I am tucking in to mysummer read of Middlemarch by George Eliotoutside it appears to beshaping up as a brightand beauty-filled dayseeing the bird feeders have beengladly…
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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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