Today was a day about the day job. Felt strange and in a weird way lonelier than the past month and a half. But we trudge on folks, we trudge on. (And a hat tip to my Mom, Betty Frezon … Continue reading →
The mail brought a postcard and the NaPoWriMo prompt brought a link to a lovely archived version of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Lovely indeed and a welcome diversion on this cold April morning. I looked up the meaning of … Continue reading →
Daffodils seem extra exuberant and much appreciated this year! and then the hills, with clouds:
I’m settling into a new routine… this morning double yellow lines veered off the center path and into the April garden. when I arrived, coffee in hand, the daffodils were bobbing, looking around, going nowhere. Sat on the steps, frothy … Continue reading →
She came, needing to buy a replacement for something broken — accidentally, unfortunately, sadly — and then she began to weep, her husband, not dead six days would have known how to fix it how to do all those things … Continue reading →
There are only 3 colors, 10 digits, and 7 notes; its what we do with them that’s important.
