Windflowers

A sweet American of mine friend died this week.  She was full of loving creativity and gentleness and was always kind and attentive. She was...

Grandchildren are the moist butter of life.  They soak into the mundane existence  and enrich life with flavour.  Full of get up and go  the...

When there are no clouds, you can see with sudden clarity.  The brilliance of the autumn leaves, the rusty reds, glowing oranges take your b...

My grandfather who fought in World War I (1914-1918) and came back injured but alive was one of the lucky ones. The total loss of soldiers i...

I tire of me do you tire of you?  All the plans to improve and refine feel like feather chisels on rock.  The ‘me’ remains unchanged.  Stubb...

My son attended a parent-teacher meeting this week and the P1 teacher waxed lyrical about his youngest child. She pointed out that he was ex...

I know it is sad to stand at a funeral and remember someone but in Gertrude’s case, she was really ready “to go to sleep and not wake up”, a...