You

 

This is my 200th post.  It seems only fitting that it should be about You.

If it weren’t for You I would have packed up my keyboard and faded to black long ago.  On January 16th I composed a short post and as my finger hovered over the publish button I wondered if I really wanted to do this, and what, in fact was I ever going to post about.

Blogging has renewed by interest in writing and in trying to write well.  It has sparked an Continue reading “You”

Burrow Shopping

For Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Couples I posted some photos of penguins.  These fellows are just so engaging I need to post some more.  We saw these Magellanic penguins at Otway Sound in southern Chile and, as I said, they build burrows in the sand – not the first material that comes to mind for penguin habitats.

Burrow Boulevard …

Mr. and Mrs. Pen Guin burrow shopping …(photos courtesy of my sister) Continue reading “Burrow Shopping”

A foreign view of things

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land. -Gilbert K. Chesterton

The Weekly Photo Challenge is: Foreign.  This is a very broad topic – first thought: “Any travel shot will do”.  Followed by, “What is foreign to me is not foreign to someone else.”  Followed by host Sara Rosso imploring us to “Please post a new post, not one from your archives.”  Personally, I think delving into one’s archives is just as applicable as a new shot – searching archives for just that right shot to express the challenge is, I find,  fun.  But I digress.  End result is, I decided to forego my travel shots, closed my archives and took a walk in our woods.  My own backyard, where I walk every day – what can I find that is foreign there … Loosely defining “foreign” as something outside of my own ‘ordinary’, defining it as walking into a familiar place and seeing what I’ve not seen before, this, today is what I took time to see … Continue reading “A foreign view of things”

Visual Quotations #1

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe? – Kate Chopin

I enjoy the written word and I enjoy photographs and photography so I am matching them up.  I invite you to join me.  It’s easy to access a wealth of quotations online – in the search Continue reading “Visual Quotations #1”

The Cook’s Tour of Buenos Aires

We were coming to the end of our stay in Buenos Aires and didn’t want to later say, “We didn’t know THAT was there!”  or  “I didn’t know we were that close to THAT”  or  “I wish we had …”     … so we took a tour.    Through the streets of Buenos Aires … Additional photos can be seen at Beyond the Brush Photography Below are … Continue reading The Cook’s Tour of Buenos Aires

Open comment to my grandson

Last week Julia  posted about upcoming Anti-Bullying Week in the UK and I paused to think.  Bullying is getting wider coverage … perhaps it’s more prevalent; perhaps it’s of a more serious nature than it used to be; perhaps it’s because of the new venue for bullies in cyberspace.  I thought about the torment my daughter endured of which I was ignorant for far too long.  I have learned that her sisters were also victims in varying degrees.  Whether it was the bullying that came first, or the depression I’m not sure but even at 6 years of age I could see my daughter’s lack of self-esteem.

Today I read ShimonZ‘s post Free Thinker and I paused again.  As he said, “As a species, Continue reading “Open comment to my grandson”

Gardening to my heart’s content

When I step into my gardens on a bright morning, before the sun is above the hedgerow and the shadows are long and the air is sweet, when the riot of summer colour is past and I catch the perfumed scent of the last rose, I feel such a deep sense of contentment, it somehow feeds my soul and I feel a sense of continuity and renewal.

Our house was in nothing more than a farm field when my husband began to tame it and give it structure – a stand of cedars here, a maple there, the weeping willow and the cherry tree.  But, I said, I’d like the gardens to be mine.  Happy with that arrangement, he left me to dig and till and gather rocks and remove stones and plant and seed to my heart’s delight, only assisting upon request with a particularly stubborn rock or the building of a fence.

And so, over time, I transformed our field.  From this …

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