I fight for daffodils too
I didn’t know that I cared about daffodils until I realized that by the time I returned to Canada the daffodils in my garden would likely also have flowered and frizzled, and I would have missed out on daffodil season.
In, around and beyond our village
I didn’t know that I cared about daffodils until I realized that by the time I returned to Canada the daffodils in my garden would likely also have flowered and frizzled, and I would have missed out on daffodil season.
I didn’t know that I cared about daffodils until I realized that by the time I returned to Canada the daffodils in my garden would likely also have flowered and frizzled, and I would have missed out on daffodil season.
by Paula Halpin My mother Josephine once used a letter opener to ward off an attack by amugger. This went down on a foggy November night in Dublin in the … Continue reading My Mother, a local hero
How shall we live? As if we believe in the future. As if everyone one of us is a seed, which as you know is a sacred thing. Janisse Ray
..because it is spring;
because once more the moon and the earth are eloping –
Diverse landscape is best served up slowly and explored with one’s feet.
By Pearl Pirie – Although deeply embarrassed at drawing attention to myself, acting so oddly to cause red flags of worry, it was comforting to be checked in on, to be seen
January 25th was Robbie Burns Day and all around the world us Scots gather to celebrate the poet, to eat haggis and maybe to dance a reel or two. I decided to post this account of my recent trip back home , so pour yourselves a wee cuppa tea, and sit and sip as you read this blog…..
Be kind and unwind.
As I tore back the bindweed that morning, I was contemplating being a new grandma…I was trying to locate my usefulness, re-establish my relevance.
While it was pretending to be congenial and pleasing, I knew that November could well have a few nasty characteristics hidden up its sleeve, especially 4000 ft up in the sky. It may have been acting like it was September, but I wasn’t fooled.
Getting lost and embracing a Wabi Sabi wordlview Have you ever found yourself lost in another realm daydreaming? I don’t know about you, but I often find myself getting lost … Continue reading Wabi Sabi
In the spring and autumn stories of this land, a land of dense forest and the rocky remains of a primeval mountain range, the maple trees and the black bears are intertwined.