– 31 – poetry Monday

I always thought the best way to judge a man was the way he treats his children… it turns out that it’s only half of it… you should also judge a man from the way he treats his parents… Alzheimer’s (Bob Hicock) Chairs move by themselves, and books. Grandchildren visit, stand new and nameless, their faces’ puzzles missing…

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– 29 – ladies who lunch

Yesterday I had the enviable chore to HAVING to pay a visit to Burford Garden Company (had to, it was an instruction from Mr M in order to find interesting plants for the new lounge shelves… pictures to come…).  The place lies halfway between me and Ali… so meeting up for lunch was a no brainer. Whilst waiting…

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– 27 – poetry Monday

I guess my recent book has made more of an impact on me that I realised because when I started thinking about today’s poem this one pop right up in my mind. It’s by Mary Oliver (again… but I’m not apologising), from the collection called “Why I wake early”. “Mindful”  by Mary Oliver Every day      …

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– 26 – C is for Cutler, Howard C. Cutler

Continuing with the A to Z / year of reading theme we move onto letter ‘C’. I’ve had this book by my bed for a few years, this edition was published in 2009 and was the 10th Anniversary of the original. No idea what possessed me to buy it.  Not my usual choice of books,…

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– 25 – postcards from Cervinia, day 6

You’re all probably fed up with picture of snow and blue skies… so how about some hotel stationery?  I don’t write as many letters as I used to… it feels weird (and a little silly) to write about your life to someone that already knows about it because they ‘follow’ you on social media… I…

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– 24 – postcards from Cervinia, day 5

Today. There are certain days that you hope will imprint in the mind of your children.  Days that you hope will be memories that lasts forever. Days, you hope, they will recount to their own children … magical  days, days when times stands still, where the sun was at his shiniest, the sky at his…

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– 23 – postcards from Cervinia, day 4

More of the same… but being above the clouds is always magical… … and nobody’s complaining.   I’m however eating way too much and I’m already thinking about the remedial process once I get home. oh boy.  It’s going to be hard… but who can resist ‘polenta with deer stew and fresh berries’? Not me obviously.…

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– 22 – postcards from Cervinia, day 3/poetry Monday

  “The wings of the mountains”  (Arthur Guiterman) Before there were clouds in the heavens, Before there were summers and springs, Afar in the fathomless ages The mountains, the mountains had wings. For, first of the works of creation Are they of the towering crests, And great was their grandeur and glory, And greater the…

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