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It is the time of year for Christmas Revelry. If you want to.
For many, many years I spent Christmas Day alone. Quite happily. I counted to thirteen Christmas mornings waking up in an empty house then I stopped counting. My children always spent Christmas with their beloved Grandmother my ex husbands mother. This was our tradition – a good one too. And I had a project every…
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The Christmas Owl
Oh Owl. You look so pretty. But where is your Christmas scarf and why are you Carrying your star? I thought we agreed that you would Wear the star. You know. To be more Christmassy. I don’t want to be a Christmas Owl, miss c. Do I look like a tree? I am not a…
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Frozen rain falls like sharp stones
Do you know that sharp gravel that you can buy by the truck load? For the drive. The lane. The track. Men buy it because the bashed up rock wants to snap back together and form a pointy barbed stony mat. Women would rather buy the soft rounded stones that are gentle on bare summer…
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The Duke of Kupa
When we were children and lived at the beach on a quarter acre section, we had lots of guinea pigs. Thirty-six at one time I remember. (We were very proud of that number) Males and females, shorthaired and long haired, all colours. The only ones who went into cages were the pregnant mothers, the rest…
The Kitchen's Garden 