Waxing Crescent

As the days draw longer, I enjoy my evening walk more. On Monday I strolled along the edge of Cymbeline Meadows towards the sunset, to catch sight of the moon, waxing crescent as it rose. I respect the older trees; here long before me, here long after me, their constancy reassures me.

Appreciation

'The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.' Amelia Earhart, quoted in 'Soaring Wings : A Biography of Amelia Earhart' (George Palmer Putnam, 1939)

Blossoming

During lockdown the apple tree in the back garden has blossomed. The grass is now carpeted with blossom petals as soon as there is a breeze. The tree really needed pruning a while back - as did so many of the garden shrubs - but I like having a green wall between me and the … Continue reading Blossoming

Self-isolation.

Zoe-dog is now living her best life. She has been practising self-isolation for over 7 years, emerging only for basic necessities (this category includes, but is not limited to; chasing cats off the property, ensuring Frank-dog is not being preferred and TREATS).