On this special night let me show you the front porch and tell you a ghost story. A true ghost story. The first night we spent in our little cabin in the woods was a chilly May night over 20 years
Did some writing at the dining room table today. I was thinking that dining rooms are a bit of a relic of the past. I mean, holy smokes, a whole room dedicated to eating supper? Absolutely round here. Lovely to share with friends,
Not much is foreign to me…this was a tough WordPress weekly photo challenge
I was thinking of the big picture, you know: country, language, customs, but it occurred to me that I couldn’t think of anything that felt foreign. The languages I could think of have some similarity to ones I speak, countries?
I've been making Halloween decorations and writing the Sunday Whirl. Round here we don't really use happy orange streamers and twinkly lights. Round here we use taxidermy animals and life-like reproductions of the creepiest things we can think of. (Creepy, not gory) So
Yesterday we had a visit. Someone came knocking on the kitchen door. The female neighbourhood raccoon came by with her four almost fully grown kits. They came to look in on Morgan. “Look Morgan, one is touching your bowl.” “Look Morgan, one is standing on
Ever want to challenge yourself? I bet you do. I bet you're just like me. These Friday challenges are so much more fun to combine than to do individually. Hmmm, Vibrant from Photo Friday and Silhouette from the Wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge. Vibrant
Finally got a quiet moment to write some poetry inspired by the rain and last Sunday’s Whirl!
Those Sunday Whirl words are becoming a really big part of my life. I got the words on Saturday and it’s taken me to Thursday evening to write a poem! (Oh Brenda, you do put up with me!) These hectic days,
I've decided that there's something magical about orange light. Just ask Isla