I was walking today along the lake at Hideaway. The wind was bitterly cold and since it had rained almost…
empty nest
Daughts is Coming Home…
Life on Grand Mistral was drawing to a close. The friends Daughts had made during her three short months…
Gathering Gloom…
The first time Daughts and I walked to the dead end of an unpaved road it was a July evening, still duskily light but too late to enter the dark, strange woods. I didn’t want to get lost along pathways Edward Scissor Hands may frequent.
Dinner Date…
I told her I had looked out of a train window once on our way back to school from some outing in London and said wistfully, as the acres of countryside rushed passed,
“Imagine someone owning all that land…” to which she had chirped,
“I do…”
Drink of His Living Water…
Feeling battered by all the changes taking place in my life. I need to go to the Shepherd’s Well for replenishment.
Saying Goodbye…Again…
I will be Mum forever and my heart will always overflow when saying farewell to those I love, even when the tears don’t show!
Aspiring to Becoming Homeless…
When we sell our flat in London hubs and I will have effectively rendered ourselves homeless. If we want to…
Borghese Readers from Icon Eyewear
The telephone rang early one morning panicking us; empty nest boomers don’t take kindly to phone calls after mid-night. My…
Turning Twenty-One…
Daughts is now at that legal age where she can do anything without parental consent. Just because she has attained…
Pre-Venient Prayer…
Being a parent just got harder. I may have to re-define empty nest. Yes, my youngsters have flown the physical…