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3 rock haiku

We pass rocky cliffs on our way in and out of Victoria. Our beaches tend towards piled rocks and pebbles. It’s easy to think of them as changeless but they do wear down over time … rock scraped clean eons … Continue reading

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Low Couture

Fall, and I’m into track pants and sweaters, clothes that don’t fit anywhere in particular, everything loose and very comfortable … LOW COUTURE it is a truth I must confess                      that when I get up and dress it is for … Continue reading

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Where Unicorns

For the Anglo-Saxons, October was known as Winterfylleth, because at this full moon (fylleth) winter was supposed to begin. October’s birthstones are the tourmaline and the opal, its birth flower the calendula. The first Thursday of the month is National … Continue reading

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With Yellow on the Trees

Fall came early this year and trees are almost bare already. I’ve cut back this year’s raspberries and other berries. We’ve mulched the raised beds, and, with a sigh of relief, can settle into winter, I hope … WITH YELLOW … Continue reading

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To Preserve

I’ve been inundated with zucchini, apples, pears, plums … which is great! The larder is getting full to bursting and I’m ready for a rest … TO PRESERVE plums tumble                                                 out of summer down misted nights into cold-fingered fall flushed … Continue reading

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Another Jack

Schools are back in the swing and I’m wondering if nursery rhymes are still sung or said at home or school, pre-school or kindergarten. Here’s a medley of lines from some of the more famous, or not, from childhood … … Continue reading

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Void Your Visa

School supplies, fall fashions, latest cars (or last year’s models), all marked down, so they say, for quick sale. I’ve reached the point where I don’t see the ads, my eyes just slide on by, though this might get my … Continue reading

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