Waiting for the birds

It’s morning, the day is my friend, I inhabit it calmly. Not badgered by lists and plans that require me to stretch it beyond its natural limits. The day doesn’t always respond kindly to this rough usage, it becomes withdrawn and places its wonders before more receptive eyes. Standing just now in the kitchen, clearing... Continue Reading →

Grit and Glee

It's a sunny Friday morning, I am in the kitchen of a very dear friend's house. My tea steams in a pale green china cup and a clock with a mottled face ticks behind me on the wall. Sitting brightly at the periphery of my sight there is an orange on a pretty saucer that... Continue Reading →

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