Windflowers

The weeds are rampant in their triumph over all my endeavours. I wrestle them out pulling hand fulls, bucket fulls and even filling my bin. ...

I’ve broken my right wrist and now wear a heavy cast that reaches up to my elbow. I cannot write—only scribble. I've lost something vita...

I had a friend many years ago who I used to tease about her matching bedspreads, curtains and pillowcases. She laughed along with me and the...

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...