It is said, nature is a healer and I feel that every day, surrounded by nature’s beauty with the fields and the woods at my doorstep.
As summer comes to an end and routine stares us in the face, the Wandering Wakefield bloggers are resurfacing to a new blog format which we hope allows for greater … Continue reading Notice-new format
February 23rd dawned early for us. The night before, the much-dreaded forecast of freezing rain had come to fruition. Our long lane was a skating rink. Impassable. Thankfully and with great foresight, Steve had moved the car to the front field, sanded the two hilly spots and left a bucket of sand near the car.
by Robert Service There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales … Continue reading The Cremation of Sam McGee
My granny’s name is Fenny because she comes from Fennyland.
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
Silence speaks when words cannot.
This communion with the creatures that inhabit the land, waters, and skies where I live, fills me with awe and joy and I stood transfixed enjoying my good fortune.
Life is moments. Life is magical. Life is the mundane. Life can be hard, unjust, and cruel. Life can be beauty and light. Life in all its complexities has seasons … Continue reading Chapters
Stories came not just from my father’s imagination or the books we read, stories also came every week in a letter from my grandmother to my mother, and by extension, to all of us.
I think the world was holding its breath last week as in this critical time in human history, the United States of America, a country whose states have been far … Continue reading Lest We Forget