A Dog Called Rio
What can you say about a 10 year old dog that died? That he was handsome and exuberant. That he loved food, long walks in the woods, Steve and me. … Continue reading A Dog Called Rio
In, around and beyond our village

What can you say about a 10 year old dog that died? That he was handsome and exuberant. That he loved food, long walks in the woods, Steve and me. … Continue reading A Dog Called Rio
As I sat by the window, one ear still tuned to the conversation around me, the differences grew ever more apparent.
Nestled neatly in these painted Hills, Wakefield, is so much more than just a place. For many, it is a sanctuary; a quiet heartbeat where nature’s rythm aligns with our … Continue reading Home Sweet Home
I could imagine the raindrops, dressed in white tutus, twirling high on their toes, performing with Mother Nature’s perfection and beauty. I was enthralled.
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.
by Paula Halpin “Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people – people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers … Continue reading The Library Cop
I smile at the sight of people chatting together, sharing their stories and a few laughs. It is a delight to be part of this lunchtime ritual, and it adds depth and richness to my own rural existence.
In what was the dead of winter, an annual snowshoe to the cabin by the lake to sit under the night sky, enjoy an open fire, sip hot chocolate and … Continue reading Under the Crescent Moon
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.