Tire swings

It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.

Mindfully

The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.

Pulling Back & Busting Out

It’s almost like a pandemic oxymoron – pulling back while bursting the bubble. The numbers are serging in the world, country, province and city so common sense says batten down the hatches and stay home. With much trepidation I have waded into the trenches, so to speak.

Use the china

Use the old good china. Put pizza on it if you want. Gaze out the window and enjoy the colours. Cuddle with whomever is in your bubble. Decorate the door even if no one else sees it. Listen to the leaves rattle in the trees. Smell the change that rain brings to the air and take a deep breath.

1000 !

Just like that I hit another milestone and again I didn’t even see it coming.

Tuesday’s colours

There seems to be some confusion in the googlielands (picked up that word from Pluto the dog) about the significance of today.

In the Dog HOUSE

He went, with no ceremony, into the dog house where he belonged.

Fall Focus

The blog sits quite quiet while the words, thoughts and emotions are swirling around my head at breakneck speed. Nothing wants to solidify into a sentence of consequence. The focus flairs and then falls short as I bounce off to chase another squirrel thought.

Jack Frost

Darn you Jack Frost

So much was lost

You failed to behave

And now I’m a slave

To all this canning*

It’s quite demanding

Anniversary Day

I awoke to an anniversary announcement, one that I wasn’t actually expecting. I had not forgotten our wedding vow date nor my children’s wedding anniversaries. No indeed WordPress wanted to congratulate me on making it to 6 years.