We walk several miles a day, for our health. John Bailey, The Old Grey Poet, who kept an online journal for many years at the turn of the century, called this type of walk a “medicine walk”. Most of the year we sleep until we awake, enjoy our morning routines, and walk a mile before… Continue reading Creature of Habit

Not much brings tears to my eyes these days. The older I get the fewer tears I shed, or so it seems. Of course, my circumstances are now quite wonderful for the most part, and living with a person and a feline who like me is such a gift. As I write this I am… Continue reading Relief

After a few days of mild weather, the heat has returned. We haven’t had a significant rainfall for over a month now. Attila spends a great deal of time keeping the garden alive, watering every single day. Our rainwater supply ran out weeks ago, so that we must rely on the municipal water supply to… Continue reading Hot and Dry

It is warm during the day, but has been cooling down at night, so that the early morning, and late evening walks are pleasant. I quite enjoy the native weeds that are thriving in this drought, the Queen Anne’s Lace, the Chicory, the Mullein, the Dock, the Burdock, the Birdsfoot Trefoil, and many more. The… Continue reading Fasting

Material objects can become old friends. I have a few fairly intense attachments. One is to my books, destined for the landfill upon my demise I am sure, but during my time here on earth they will be cherished. Other items were given to me as gifts. The photo album my Granny kept, one for… Continue reading Nothing Lasts Forever