“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
Elmo and Rose
The stuffed human-like form covered in a familiar red fabric with the distinctive boggle eyes, yellow nose and a large mouth set in a permanent grin, lies between the meditation cushion and the wuppies bed. Two little hands with only four fingers on each hand. Two little feet with only three toes on each foot. This is Elmo and he came to fame through the tv show Sesame Street. Our version was a grandchild’s toy that somehow got left behind at our place and was adopted by Miss Rosie. Continue reading “Elmo and Rose”
Willow is looking very festive as befits the season. Read about Willow and her story in my earlier post The Odd Thing About Willow
My humble blog has just been followed for the 100th time and I thought I should show my appreciation with a special shout-out. Thank you Matt B Comic I hope you and my other 99 followers continue to enjoy my scribblings.
How to make fresh chamomile tea
We planted a number of chamomile plants in our front garden which I wrote about in earlier posts Got Qi and Got Qi Update. As these little plants are now rewarding us with a supply of chamomile flowers we have started making cups of chamomile tea directly from the flower heads. I thought it might round out the discussion by sharing how we do this. Continue reading “How to make fresh chamomile tea”
Let Me Go
We poor scribblers find inspiration in the most unlikely places. An idea then picked up can lead down all sorts of paths previously unknown. This was the case recently when I was watching an episode of “Deep State” where the character played by Walton Goggins recites part of a poem as an epitaph for one of his companions who was being buried. The words “miss me but let me go” struck a chord within me and I had to see if I could find the source of this poem, if there was one. Continue reading “Let Me Go”
Drama is
“What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.”
— Alfred Hitchcock
Noisy No More
This noisy miner is no longer noisy, its chirping call forever stilled by the action of one of my neighbours. A neighbour who apparently cares little for us or our environment. This lack of care is demonstrated by this sad sight, a dismal scene of scattered feathers seen in our park recently which once constituted a breathing, living, chirping noisy miner bird. Continue reading “Noisy No More”
Little Miss Comfort
A moment that’s all. A moment in time captured by this photograph, the bare bones of the moment at best . Just two cute puppies in a plush dog bed is about all an uninvolved person would register on seeing this picture. For my wife and I though, this will live on in our memories as the moment in 2007 when we discovered something distinctive about the little light caramel puppy on the right to whom we had given the name Rosie. Continue reading “Little Miss Comfort”
