Everything is gray and it’s a bit chilly in the house. I didn’t sleep very well last night and I think the barometric pressure has dropped because I’m feeling a bit headachy. Everyone is out except for the cats
There is an anticipation in a New Year’s morning. Will the sunrise be the start of a fulfilled promise from the night before? High winds, leaden skies and bucketing rain for weeks on end and now
This Christmas eve I wish you a lovely hot bubble bath, Some peaceful time with your most treasured books, The best carols and brightest candles to light up the night, And most importantly, I wish you a heart full of happy, rich, magical
Walking thru the gate into the fields this December afternoon into a soft and misty world. Above me, a pigeon takes flight. Then five, then fifty. The trill of their frantic wing beats cut thru the softness. Then, the copse
Do you ever do this? Do you ever have to face a trying situation and look forward to a day ahead when you know that situation will be over? I’ve been doing that for three months now. Autumn’s been rather
So, the pomp and pageantry of the Olympics has just about settled for 2012 and a funny thing is happening; people are still trying to generate news and debate around the Olympics and, I suppose, this will continue for some
Weeping willow in the meadow. They say it takes 300 years for an oak to grow, 300 for it to live and 300 for it to die. 900 years! Live on Mighty Oak. My willow is only about 100 years old. But
That’s what my father used to say just as he pulled the jib to catch the wind from the other side and the mainsail would swing wildly across Polly G – sometimes with unexpected results. That’s what I’m doing today.