My two friends are avid hikers. I too used to be mad about hiking but sadly due to my accident, those days are over. B, being aware of my longing, said to me: “Let’s go to the Botanical Gardens. You can have a great walk there and Perdita will love it.” Walking around a garden
This black and white photograph is above my bed. A beautiful sand dune highlighted in light and shadow. It is resplendent in it’s starkness. No life is growing there. It’s shape curves through the whole picture. One’s eye travels down the curve to rest in the bottom right hand corner on a small tree. The
“If constellations had been named in the 20th century, I suppose we would see bicycles.” Carl Sagan I got into the pool and floated. The water felt deliciously cool. I rolled over and decided to swim a few lengths. After two, this swimming medalist at school, exhaustedly decided to stop and go back to floating.
We are already two weeks into 2017! I watched the year turn from 2016 to 2017. The seconds ticked towards midnight. 10, 9,8…seven more seconds of 2016 left. I had incredible things happen to me in 2016, there were also tears, frustrations, those frissons of complete and utter joy, sorrow and excitement. 2016 was…it was
I love this carol. Strangely enough, I am tremendously stirred to hear it sung by a single voice. It somehow makes me truly listen to the words. The words of carols are about peace, love and joy. Every Christmas, year after year, they are sung in different countries, in different languages. And yet how much
Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep The faucet keeps a-drippin’ and I can’t sleep Bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bloopbloop, bleep I guess I never should’ve ordered clam soup Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep I better call the plumber ‘cause I just can’t Sloop, er blee, sleebleep, blooblee er sleeboo, bl.bl, blooslee, sleebloo…er Sleeeeeeeeeeeep! (An
“A garden should make you feel you’ve entered privileged space – a place not just set apart but reverberant – and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.” Michael Pollan, Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education
I remember as a child sitting at the dinner table and pushing Mums lamb stew around my plate. I battled with stew and lamb stew was the worst! “Gaynor, there are people in outer Mongolia that would be grateful for two spoonfuls of stew! Now would you please eat it up. All of it! It
Aren’t the advances in medical science mind blowing? I was watching Carte Blanche recently and was reminded of Chris Barnard performing the first heart transplant in 1967. Nowadays heart transplants are common place. People are given knee, hip, ankle and shoulder replacements. Bionic eyes are now enabling the blind to see! For eighteen years, due
Her arms entwined around his neck, Mums and Dad laughing into each other’s smile crinkled eyes. I love that photograph. It captures everything they were to each other so perfectly. I look at a photo of my brother and sisters taken about forty years ago. So young and yet their characters were evident even then.