It’s that time of the year again and I’m down in my trees wrestling with brambles and vines, climbing into…
Footlights
Remembering the Dead…
I was reading a beautiful poem by John O’Donohue, At the End of the Day, where he asks twenty-two questions,…
The Winery Down the Road…
Opportunities aren’t just handed out on a silver platter. My mother was a great one for reminding me of that……
Watching Ice Melt…
This morning I am looking out from my porch watching the trees bud… My eyes fixed on their shadows thrown…
And He Hadn’t Even Noticed…
We spent the afternoon in the company of our son, the wildlife expert and co-founder of Window to the Wild,…
Be-Jewelled Trees….
I knew after my walk yesterday… A walk in sub-zero temperatures with a steady mist falling causing my coat zipper…
Shads the Thief…
Shadow is quite a character. He responds to his name like a dog, He fetches like a dog. He growls…
First and Last Time…
When we were finishing off our front patio I magnanimously suggested I take on the task of painting the ceiling.…
Free Eggs…
Two Target coupons landed in our mailbox this week. One was for me, one for Daughts. They were for Free…
Entering Year Three at Footlights…
Three years ago we just started looking for a house on a few acres. Or a few acres on which…