Summer Daisies
I dream a drift of daisies, swaying peacefully in the summer breeze.
In, around and beyond our village
I dream a drift of daisies, swaying peacefully in the summer breeze.
joy isn’t actually a problem, in fact it’s absolutely necessary as a balance to the darkness of these times
I opened my smile and surprisingly, from somewhere probably around the edge of my tonsils, a powerful and somewhat beautiful sound emerged. And, unbelievably, it even felt like the noise I think I was supposed to be making.
Just popping by to wish all our readers a Happy Valentine’s Day.
Safe in my garden, I want only to write of my flowers.
I know most assuredly now, that dragons exist. But perhaps they are not the only mythical animals to grace the village of Wakefield.
Happy Robbie Burns Day but don’t you believe for a moment the stories you hear about Haggis.
A young barefoot child in a tattered pair of swim trunks stares under her hand, beyond the ocean and hazy distance, north towards Miami. Such stories she has heard, tales … Continue reading A voice calls out in the wilderness
What better way to commemorate first snow than through the eyes of Mary..
As the Gatineau River runs, like three tributaries, my children flow steadily westward and fortunately for them, water surrounds them all from the Ottawa River to Lake Ontario to Dawson … Continue reading From the River to the Creek
Storm Agnes is going to hit the island tomorrow, and when it comes, there probably won’t be any ferry crossings for a few days. If we want to get there, we need to go right now!
I tell you, it has taken me all my life to soften and blur, and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see,