The world is loud. It stands too close. Its breath is heavy with old sleep. I don’t really think the world is this way but sometimes it’s just wearing to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly. That part’s … Continue reading →
Don’t you look at those magazine checklists and think – if only it were that simple… All this confusion is, well, confusing me I can’t tell anymore: Am I anxious? Depressed? Angry? Sorrowful? Distracted? It rises within me, whatever it … Continue reading →
Not sure this is it for today, but the suggestion was for a sonnet about sadness. Although I’ve found a few lines in the past few days of iambic pentameter it wasn’t happening for me today at lunch! And then … Continue reading →
I fetched potting soil and pots and plant food. I repotted oxalis (hope that works!) and tidied and fed three geraniums, two of whom fought their way through winter, along with one that has a bit of hope still. Pulled … Continue reading →
Went out this morning to paint and take a look around. The world is that sparrow brown gray although here and there a willow adds a glimmer of gold or some stunning red (think alizarin crimson!) brush along the rows. … Continue reading →
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