October 30th 2023 I woke hours ago, have drank copious cups of tea, taken my meds along with my cherry juice and am now sitting uncomfortably at our kitchen table staring at pre-Jack-o-Lanterns. The day this kitchen set is taken away will be a fine one indeed! I have plans to replace it with a … Continue reading Update October week 9
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Time
The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
Butterfleas
I woke this Saturday morning to a chilly, grey sky peppered with flecks of snow that were lazily making their way to earth with no particular destination in mind. I lay there for quite some time, warmly nestled in a cave of blankets, thinking of this and that; getting lost in memories and pulling the … Continue reading Butterfleas
A letter.
The following letter is to my first two children. I was blessed with two more children in the years following, when we blended families. An older son (7 years older than my first child) and a younger son (11 years younger than my first child). I have reaped blessings and am grateful beyond measure. My … Continue reading A letter.
First day of Spring
It’s overcast today. It’s the kind of day that comes before the earth has thawed but after most of the snow has gone; the kind of day where the wind is so still you can almost hear the river rising, pushing against its’ banks almost a mile away. I don’t mind these kind of days … Continue reading First day of Spring
Johnathon Mouse and an unfortunate turn of events…
We have a situation...Well really, it is I that has the situation or has made a situation or...Well you see...I am in a pickle and am trying to figure out just what it is I should do about it before he finds out! It’s about Johnathon. He has been in my heart since the … Continue reading Johnathon Mouse and an unfortunate turn of events…
Just bee
He went to bed inside of a spent clematis flower with the morning sun to keep him warm. If you aren’t familiar with what this particular clematis looks like after it’s deep purple blooms have finished their show-think creamy white, pillowy soft and very fluffy. The perfect vessel for a baby bumblebee just learning the … Continue reading Just bee
My Name is Margaret 