I’ve been noticing a few things about life lately. This might sound a bit elementary but here goes: cats actually eat the mice/birds/rabbits they catch! I know, I know, where have I been hiding? But the truth is that I’ve
At Café Calabria Frank’s cappuccino – made with love Beautiful company Brotherly help White jeans and sugar Panama hat Sidewalk scene Mirror shot Um…err…moving on Time to go
C and I were invited to M and L's Princeton cabin. We were three adults and three teens, four dogs, two cats and two horses. (We took two cars)
I walked back to my painting the other day and thought, “We need some colour around here.” I was using brilliant carmines and buttery yellows and cerulean and blue but I managed to subdue the colours with black…like the weather outside…like
One of my most favourite old books is falling apart. It is a small, leather bound, 1907 book-of-the- heart written by Elbert Hubbard called White Hyacinths. Before it eventually disintegrates I mean to frame the first page; it read: If
I confess that I’m really reluctant to put up the seven foot inflatable Santa – complete with motorcycle, sidecar and shades . It’s not that I don’t like him, I do, we all do, makes us laugh, but as anyone
There are five fields to walk thru between West Cottage and The Thames First filed, Bunny field, Elecrical filed, Hawk field, Sheep filed, The Thames! Going home, Going home, Going home.