Archive for the ‘chatter’ Category
Tweet There you go – last week I thought it was the 44th week of this fine year – alas, I was a week behind myself. So here we are, seven days later and yet an extra week ahead. Never mind, it’s almost the end of the year. And I have only one exam left. [...]
Tweet There’s nothing like a few good finishes to get one all riled up and digging even deeper into that bag of almost dones. And with the monkey looking so luscious on the sofa, I was inspired to trek out to the sewing shed this morning, rain and all, and find my very first needlepoint. [...]
Tweet Oh my goodness! Has it really been two weeks since I stopped by! Are you still here?! I was chatting with Mum this morning and she told me to get on over here and write a post, share some photos, and say hi to all the lovely folk who visit block-a-day. She thinks [...]
Tweet It’s my favourite spot – Mum’s front porch. Just a narrow strip, wide enough for a pair of Adirondacks at one end, the old miner’s couch in the middle, two rows of vibrant red geraniums and a couple of potted herbs under the kitchen window. All carefully positioned to soak up the sun. Within [...]
Tweet The rain is beating down. Little tornados spin about the streets, twirling leaves in their wake before dropping them once again to the ground. Darkness falls well before our usual spring sunset. It’s wild and woolly weather for sure. We are snug and safe inside. All three of us home. Apple pikelets are cooked [...]
Tweet Oy! There’s so much busyness around here lately. Papers written. Case studies endlessly researched and submitted. Posters laid out and printed. Presentations given. This third year of nursing is full on. I’m now in Week 8 of 10 intensive weeks of classes. I’m so looking forward to a break. There’s a short one coming [...]
Tweet Home from classes. The wind is HOWLING. The sky is grey. But in my kitchen there’s so much that is warm, rosy and comforting. The yellow table. Ember red tomatoes, dressed in the juice from Mum’s lemons and olive oil. The rich golden yolk of the egg one of my girls left for me [...]
Tweet … I’m in awe of my mum’s beautiful quilt … I’m so happy (relieved) that we’re moving into spring – my arms are bare and my own white way of delight has sprung ’round the corner … I’m thrilled to pieces with my first thicket of carrots – shall have to look up when [...]
Tweet In amongst the glums of the weekend, there was a bit of dumpster diving and bathroom cheering. Simple stuff – the kind that requires no money, an adventurous spirit, a bit of elbow grease, and a couple of hours to fuss about. You see, following the recent death of a very elderly neighbour [...]
Tweet It was a strangely unsettling weekend … terribly grey and oh so very quiet. Julian’s dad passed away on Sunday afternoon. Julian was holding his hand and without any drama, Robert’s pulse grew slower and weaker, then vanished altogether. And that was it. I’m so glad he was there. Julian and his brother seem [...]
patches of cocoa, marshmallow, glimpses of spring along the street, and mayhaps magic pasta
2013
Tweet Here we are. Saturday morning. There is the smallest sliver of sun trying to pierce the heavy grey clouds that blanket this end of winter sky. My fingers are crossed. Grey, grey days dampen my spirits somewhat. Julian is away again. His dad is dying … last stages of cancer. Julian is spending the [...]
Tweet Right-o! On this, the first day of August, the sun is shining, the days are a wee bit longer (my goodness, it was still light at quarter to six this eve) and the song twirling round and round in my head is … “Summer is icumen in, loudly sing cuckoo!” ’Cause it’s good to [...]