I was reading a beautiful poem by John O’Donohue, At the End of the Day, where he asks twenty-two questions,…
trees
Happy Birthday Mum…
It’s that time of year again and close to Mother’s Day here in America. Mummy would have ninety-three. How I…
Children Playing…
My childhood home in London backed onto the playing fields of the school I attended until I was eleven. Even…
Cascading Water at Footlights…
Last year when it rained and rained and rained, the creeks bordering our land filled and overflowed and found their…
This Time Last Year…
Hubs commented this week that it is amazing how we have moved from one community to another, settled in, grown…
Let’s Go Fly a Kite…
Some weekends the barn, where Daughts lives, is hopping! Spring break was no exception, there were a couple of young…
Free Range Eggs…
We are looking for native shrubs and trees to go along our fence line and stumbled upon a tree farm…
A Riot of Colour…
We have a lot of trees at Footlights. Some of them are cedars, others live oaks, a few are deciduous…
Walking Companions…
We have a trail adjacent to the apartments where we live. I’ve walked it in snow, cloud, sun and… there…
