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Going Shopping
So many of us have stayed away from stores for months that, when we get there, it’s become a real treat … GOING SHOPPING trawling for groceries collecting masked smiles kindness & directions between cans packets before finding prunes cucumber … Continue reading
Drop Scones
The fun of baking with Grandmother or her sister, the watching, stirring, smelling, tasting … Such good memories … DROP SCONES (Triolet) the recipe came from Great Aunt Bee who added things while I stirred as a four-year-old at … Continue reading
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On a bad day
So, it’s April 1st in a world that is very strange for all of us right now. I’m not that fond of practical jokes, too often someone’s feelings get hurt, and right now no one needs to be hurt beyond … Continue reading
Herbs of an Older Grace
I use herbs a lot, and I relish their names. There’s one that doesn’t appear in this poem but has a particularly lovely name: mignonette.It’s definitely an old-fashioned herb, my mother grew it but I’ve not seen it anywhere since … Continue reading
Not to Hurry
Three weeks to Christmas and I’m trying to get ahead of myself and the season … NOT TO HURRY the house smells of baking shortbread in the oven mince pies to be made I try to make cookies early seal … Continue reading
A Question of Tea
There are so many varieties of tea on store shelves that I get baffled sometimes trying to choose. I know the ones I like but want to experiment with flavours, branch out, be daring, even in so small a way … Continue reading
Mushroom haiku
Mushrooms come large, small, thin, and fat, good for you, or poison. They don’t harm a lawn, they just pop up after rain and look weird, but they break down organic material into stuff that feeds the lawn; just be … Continue reading
The Way He Went
We’ve a couple of friends who have walked El Camino, the pilgrimage from S. Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Northern Spain, my husband did this a couple of years ago, and another friend is … Continue reading
Curb-side
The dark side of the new year, with us always: those who struggle to keep body and soul together, the poor, marginalized, the unseen – until we really really look, open our eyes to understanding … CURB-SIDE yesterday’s torn newspapers … Continue reading
With Nothing to Hold Onto
There are days when I wonder if I have done anything at all, yet I’ve been busy, the hours have flown by, but what can I see that I’ve accomplished? A poem or two, some critiquing, emails … WITH NOTHING … Continue reading
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