Windflowers

When the storm came this year, the winds were hard. Stronger than we could have ever imagined and both fences and trees were thrown as by an...

I watched a young mother phone her family from her hospital bed across from me. The conversation was overheard in the darkness of the ward w...

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...