It’s like cycling uphill in three lanes of traffic in a snowstorm trying to communicate with you I keep peddling – sending signals – but
Category: Humour
Laundry Day
Not much of a gardener, but seems I’m adept at growing dirty clothes – the shirt I planted Monday, having now sprouted many offshoots, the
Bitten
Daylight softens and my lens twitches to follow the birds into the brush to a pond where green water ripples, exposes the presence of beaver,
Speak No Evil
Suspect these sentiments, gnarled and ungrateful, only serve to tip the scale in favour of cynicism have, therefore, decided on self- imposed quarantine; will be
No Thanks
I like a crispy stalk of celery to stir a Caesar’s spice, or a wedge of tart lemon squeezable in tea that is iced and
Ice Cream Challenge
Ice cream, an indulgence inspired by summer’s heat – cool mouthfuls creamy sweetness melting ecstasy – torture for those whose systems cannot cope lactose intolerance
