Saturday, December 31, 2022
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
May to December
Dear Friends,
A long absence, since April. I am sad for the old days, gone, and fear the new looming days, worry about what's coming round the bend ahead. Sad for the state of the world. But cats and flowers are always a good respite - for sanity - for hope. So - what follows is an overview from now back to May - it was not all bad:
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Ginja blends in - or so he thinks! |
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Frost works some magic on Hydrangea leaves. |
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Tristan the White loves the garden in the summer! |
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Pray for our wee fragile Zena, recently had a stroke, but is recovering well - even managing to go upstairs! |
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Only one ONE hibiscus - boo-hoo. But it was huge! |
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Ringo Rose, new this year - changes colours! |
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Dahlia Smoked Amethyst |
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New: Italian Iced Rose - seems to glow from within! |
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Kobi - king of the jungle! |
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Always the first daylily to bloom - very early in late May into early June: Middendorfii |
Saturday, April 09, 2022
The Great Mandala

And do his job like a man.
And he answered "Listen, Father,
I will never kill another."
He thinks he's better
than his brother that died
What the hell does he think he's doing
To his father who brought him up right?
As it moves through your brief moment of time.
Win or lose now you must choose now
And if you lose you're only losing your life.
With his meal of bread and water today.
He is fasting 'til the killing's over
He's a martyr, he thinks he's a prophet.
But he's a coward, he's just playing a game
He can't do it, he can't change it
It's been going on for ten thousand years
Hunger stopped him, he lies still in his cell.
Death has gagged his accusations
We can hate now, now we can end the world
We're not guilty, he was crazy
And it's been going on for ten thousand years!
As it moves through your brief moment of time.
Win or lose now you must choose now
And if you lose you've only wasted your life.
Monday, January 17, 2022
Frosty New Year, and a Storm Looms
Meanwhile,
Beautiful Amaryllis |
Winter blossoms to feed the gardener's soul. |
Saturday, December 25, 2021
Merry Christmas
Thursday, November 25, 2021
Monday, September 06, 2021
9/11 The Story of a Dog
As the world is remembering 9/11 20 years later, let me share a story that to this day seems rather amazing. This happened several years ago. I think it was 2003. It was a snowy late night, close to midnight. Snow was falling lightly, slowly but persistently, covering all surfaces with a magical, sparkling white coating, obliterating all traces of footprints and paw prints. As we are shutting off the lights for the night, we notice a dog on our neighbor's porch - just sitting there, as though admiring the view. Sitting very still, as though waiting for a command or for his owner to appear. But a few things were wrong: our neighbors don't have a dog, they had had no visitors with a dog that evening, and the dog was now looking up and down the street, looking a bit confused and anxious. We figured (hoped) he would soon move along and so we waited for about 1/2 an hour. But it was late, and not a soul in sight. How could we just leave him out in the cold? But most importantly, how could we bring in a largish boxer-type dog into a house of 4 cats!? Very carefully that's how. So, Cat Wrangler (CW) goes outside, down the driveway and approaches him slowly with hand cautiously extended, soon realizing this is one sweet dog, with no meanness whatsoever. He is easily led by his collar onto the back porch and into the house. The cats having been secured upstairs, we usher him into the screened-in front porch (with storm windows), give him some cat crunchies and water, secure the door and go to bed.
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
One Year of Lockdown: My Normal
I work pretty much in isolation. My work as an archivist in a very small university library necessitates a quiet and reflective environment: those who study there are expecting silence and that is what they get. But it is not a bustling place. As for myself, I have worked in this solitude for over 35 years, and therefore, this lockdown is not a hardship for me the way it is for others, and I feel sorry for them. Even my personal life is quiet and largely uneventful: no big family reunions, no large circle of friends, and so weekends and evenings are also quiet and peaceful. Usually. We like it, and the cats like it.
Every moment is a fresh beginning. T.S. Eliot |
A recent Amaryllis festival in my window garden. |
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
No Christmas in my little library this year...
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Due to the world wide pandemic, I was off work March to August, went back briefly September to mid November, then home again. Back in the office today for one more "clean-up" day to tidy the desk etc., and then home to at least the 6th of January. It feels lonely without my little tree in my Old Library, put up every year since we first moved in in 1994. Luckily, I have some items from the folks at Jacquie Lawson cards, calendars etc. All interactive, and just a joy to look at, and play with, and feel like a kid again, even though I scarcely feel anything like that these days. But check out this living room, which I helped to decorate - such fun! |
And no boxes to put away!
Does it look familiar?
That's right, it's the same one as in the living room,
which can be "recreated" outside!
Brilliant!
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