Hello, tall, skinny, red haired Skinnnamarink. It was the latter that raised my Scottish thermometer! Ah, yes, the dancing dervish ballerina….not to forget dancing queen under the strobe lights in a disco in Hull. I feel a song coming on…though I may already have a poem about red running shoes. Alas, where else would you rather fall down than in Paris! City of Lights! Just channel Edith Piaf and start singing ‘je ne regrette rein’. A star is born! All les petites garçons will come running with croissants and you will not be unarmed! Hmm…. A young girl wandering off…on her heroine quest….caught in the disturbances of the world where everyone is divided into two camps… wandering away to complete your journey….turning into a horse who scatters and stirs the comfortably numb gawking inept crowd to stop watching and do something! Unhurt. No need for a jockey. Your welcome.🌹🥰
September is also the birth month of my adored brother who died at the age of 25. One of the biggest reasons Death, the Musical (Karaoke at the Afterlife Bar and Grill) was born.
Love the photos, love the picture of scraping ... such a definite act and, correct because you have decided and then acted. A wild note I remember from The Wisdom of Insecurity. The two kitties I am hanging out with were extreme rescues, would have died on the street never patted. Now, after much care they are delightful loves that bring much fun and joy and surprise. That journey reinforces for me how we gain so much from going where we don't know already, discovering from what we don't understand. More subversive acts to add to the coming actions you've already begun.
Love every photo! Sipping my coffee on a Friday morning, visualizing your every move. I’m still guilt ridden with your strength training but closing up the cottage is my brand of same. Unfocused. Does carrying wood in to keep warm in the single digit mornings count? I do have books to read and too much to cram into my suitcase to travel home. I laughed at your mouse, I caught a few this summer who entered my roof through a squirrel hole. Then, a new steel roof and soffits and all that. Empty trap since then. Fingers crossed! So can I anticipate Butter and Snow by Christmas? I’m longing for it. Xxxx
Hello, tall, skinny, red haired Skinnnamarink. It was the latter that raised my Scottish thermometer! Ah, yes, the dancing dervish ballerina….not to forget dancing queen under the strobe lights in a disco in Hull. I feel a song coming on…though I may already have a poem about red running shoes. Alas, where else would you rather fall down than in Paris! City of Lights! Just channel Edith Piaf and start singing ‘je ne regrette rein’. A star is born! All les petites garçons will come running with croissants and you will not be unarmed! Hmm…. A young girl wandering off…on her heroine quest….caught in the disturbances of the world where everyone is divided into two camps… wandering away to complete your journey….turning into a horse who scatters and stirs the comfortably numb gawking inept crowd to stop watching and do something! Unhurt. No need for a jockey. Your welcome.🌹🥰
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Oh, Jan! Your photos are exquisite!!! Thank you for sharing your week xo
September is also the birth month of my adored brother who died at the age of 25. One of the biggest reasons Death, the Musical (Karaoke at the Afterlife Bar and Grill) was born.
Wow! Lots going on in your world! Very upbeat, humorous and hopeful. “ croissant crumbs “😅
All your photos are lovely, but the last one is simply stunning. Growing up they called me Toothpick.
Love the photos, love the picture of scraping ... such a definite act and, correct because you have decided and then acted. A wild note I remember from The Wisdom of Insecurity. The two kitties I am hanging out with were extreme rescues, would have died on the street never patted. Now, after much care they are delightful loves that bring much fun and joy and surprise. That journey reinforces for me how we gain so much from going where we don't know already, discovering from what we don't understand. More subversive acts to add to the coming actions you've already begun.
Yes, your photographs are stunning, especially the moon one.
Carmelized pork? You’ve ruined my aspirations to become vegetarian.
Love every photo! Sipping my coffee on a Friday morning, visualizing your every move. I’m still guilt ridden with your strength training but closing up the cottage is my brand of same. Unfocused. Does carrying wood in to keep warm in the single digit mornings count? I do have books to read and too much to cram into my suitcase to travel home. I laughed at your mouse, I caught a few this summer who entered my roof through a squirrel hole. Then, a new steel roof and soffits and all that. Empty trap since then. Fingers crossed! So can I anticipate Butter and Snow by Christmas? I’m longing for it. Xxxx
What is “ Steadfast “?
It’s a small cell of resistance made up of pissed off old broads!!