ode to a robin…
Ode to and inspired bya friendand thoughts on just howto stoptime two days ago, I wrote of having a lively chatwith a young robinand my gosh, such a joythis morning my son lets me knowthere is a dead birdin the…
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Tag Archive: #noticelife
bird talk…
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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do watch your step…
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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parts of a whole…
Some will tell you that loss or ratherthe pain that comes with itis the priceof lovebut I think instead it is very much justa partoflove the letting go part it is precisely how we lovewhen all choice is taken awayand…
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aside from all that…
Gazing out the window this morningI watch a robin in the rainpoking holes in wet earthsearching forworms I am reading about cemeterieswhich happen to besomethingthatIlove often you know, while reading, whilewatching, whilelearningI will think to myselfThis!this is what I should…
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spring is that thing…
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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Overcast skies
Overcast skies from my chair by the windowI am immersed in a bookdog snoring on my lapquiet symphonyplays briefly looking upthrough the doorwayat the kitchen filtered sunlight on the cupboardon the counter at the centre a large lemonin halflight drawing…
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and one small ladybug…
This past week I began to write outdismalkinds of thoughtsI’d been hit quite hard by vertigothe dizziest sort of feelinglike liquid clouds had filled my earsand I had stumbled upon rolling seaswondering if maybe I had forgotten my allergy pillbut…
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in humble response…
Ooof, to the muddlethat is Januaryin particular, late Januaryto a world gone mad, and thanks in partto our modern convenience of“connection”bewildering to find, that people you knowhave indeedgonewithit oblivious to the horrific-ness of what has beenwitnessedinstead choosingdelusionwhere I suppose, if…
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suitably fortified…
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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