I am not a huge fan of Charles Dickens. More to the point,
I have disliked his work immensely. Pardon me if that sounds too blunt, but that's the truth of it...
until now.
I recently watched the new PBS production of 'Great Expectations'...
Dunno how I got on this garden tool kick all of a sudden...in my previous post you had to read
all about my hori hori obsession and now this...
a portrait of my tried and truest, most favored and special watering can ever.
She's tough 'cause she's...
just a tad scratchier (some might say unbearably scratchy) and only available
in a limited choice of colors... like beige.
Must be purchased by the bale
and applied with a pitchfork...
but the new sheets on these beds couldn't be finer!
I...
Aimless Love
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the...
Over the weekend, on & off, I muddled around in an attempt to put a new post together.
But it was useless ... a little of this, a little of that, nothing was gelling ... you know how that is.
And now it's Monday and I still have no...
Enjoy the little things,for one dayyou may look back and realizethey were the big things.
~ Robert Brault ~
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Linking up again with Kim Klassen's Texture Tuesday crowd...have a wander over there and see some of the amazing work that's being...
...tonight's moon,on its lofty perch within the branches of the old fir...or so it seemed.
That owl...just a figment of my imagination.I like to think of them out there...flying soundlessly, unseen,doing what owls do when the moon is full.
Spring seems to have...
...it's time for another Texture Tuesday photo and the challenge this weekis the 'oh so SOFT edition.'
This is Isla dawg, watching raindrops. Or at least, that's what I think she was doing.She's sitting on the very edge of a small dock about four feet...
Genealogy is a trickster and a grand informant. My earliest traceable ancestor on my father's sideimmigrated to America from England to escape religious persecution.He was a Methodist minister who settled in Woburn, MA. The year was 1608.
Following...
Some scribblings & assorted notes ... from a beadworker, picture taker, natural dyer, stitcher of stories and garden maker ... happily unleashed with my soul-mutt dawg, wandering the Pacific Northwest of America and venturing down all sorts of paths of inspiration.