The very basic necessities I carry in my handbag. My husband doesn’t call it a backpack for nothing. That’s the baggage I’ll deliberately carry into the new year. Advertisements
I don’t understand how the world can go on merrily without me.
This still life looks somewhat creepy after I applied the eponymous post-editing filter.
Dew is possibly the only benefit of getting up early.
Ella is checking out what’s up. Is she satisfied or disappointed that it’s just me?
The yellow house with the white gables. Has anyone written this yet? I only know of The House of the Seven Gables and The House with the Green Shutters. Also […]
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee.
This is what remains of autumn – not much.
She was not a respectable married woman but fully a human being. –Sinclair Lewis
The Christmas sky is actually grey, so I tinted it blue.
Scrooge is my middle name and I’m more likely to cry Humbug! rather than Merry Christmas!, but here you go, a Christmas bush I met in the street.
The triumph of mania hysteria psychosis over reason.
This morning I looked out of the window again – and lo, the view is still the same.
This commuting will bore me to my untimely demise.
Ready to jump at a suspected mouse.
This tree would make a great tree house for some small creature.
What does the strawberry bush think it’s doing out here in this season?
What is this talk about streets paved with gold? Where? We’re happy here to have the street even paved.