Fresh Air, Don’t Care

Magical World Web

What generic ‘rules’ did you abide by when you started
writing that have gone out the window?
Um, whoops! Was I supposed to abide by some rules? I must have been too busy enjoying writing to pay attention. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an Oxford Comma Gal. So much that anybody who has been reading my blog long enough just groaned. I know. I need a new line. But seriously, when to follow rules and when to open the windows and air the house out is a dicey conversation that has no clear winner. I like the smell of fresh rain, and I’m all about opening windows in the fall and spring and airing out the house. But some people don’t open their windows or doors when it rains (and really, it depends on the direction the wind is blowing), and that’s okay, too.
I have, however, tried different methods…

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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 463 ~ #Poetry

Dark clouds cross my horizon
Screaming with want
I dread the crash at their journeys end
I inhale, hold my breath
No air in my lungs to shout, to scream
As the room fades around me
I feel no panic
as giant dust clouds creep towards me
 A strange billowing entity
Now I feel it, the silence inside my soul…

©anitadawes 2020

Carrot Ranch Literary Community July 2: Flash Fiction ~ #Poetry

July 2, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes the word blossom. You can use the word as a noun or a verb, or even as a name. How does it fit into your story? Go where the prompt leads!


It’s surprising how much we take for granted
Stepping over a plant growing
between the cracks in the pavement
Tiny purple flowers, a weed
I think it’s beautiful
It managed to blossom
when no one wanted it to.
I have one that grew in my back yard
On top of the wall
I dug it out carefully
Put it in a pot
It’s growing into something
I have yet to discover.
I am not a natural gardener
This thing struggling on my concrete wall
Spoke to me
So there you have it
It now sits with Jaye’s bonsai trees…

©anitadawes 2020

Can’t wait to find out what it is!

Wilfully blind…

The Silent Eye

I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily see it. I know it is there and, if I leave it too long before getting started on the daily chores, it is as if something is staring at the back of my neck. I can’t settle to anything productive until it is relatively tidy…  which is as tidy as living with the small dog will allow.

So, I came home from work, played with the dog and her ever-present ball while I had a coffee, then went through to make the bed. As I shook out the covers, a shiny black spider stared back from the place where I lay my head. Now, I have no problem with spiders wandering around any other room, but me and spiders do…

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Review: Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon


Written in My Own Heart's Blood (Outlander, #8)Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I thought that book 7, Echo In The Bone, was my favorite of the Outlander books. Nope. Written in My Own Heart’s Blood wins. It was fantastic!

Regardless of the time the characters land in they all grow and help us learn the rules of Gabaldon’s Time Travel.

What can I tell you that won’t spoil it for you?

As usual, there is a lot of research evident in the reading and as one supposes, there are instances of poetic license, which Diana Gabaldon admits that she has it framed on her wall.

The most exciting part of the book is as Breanna talks about Doctor Who in a chapter called, Thank You For The Fish. (Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy). Now I really wish I had a TARDIS so I could play in all…

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Found, Not Lost

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

I slipped into living in the moment Saturday morning. I didn’t plan it and that’s how it happens best.
I bought flowers on Thursday afternoon. On Friday, it was freezing and windy, so I had to leave creating a patio garden around my little trailer for another day.
I picked a bouquet from the hibiscus and the roses, and I spent all day Friday taking pictures.
Saturday morning, when I woke, it was still cold. I peeked outside and I could feel the sun on my face, so I pulled on a warm shirt and long pants and I went outside with my coffee.
Then, I played with the flowers.
As I trimmed and repotted the plants, I fell into my old familiar rhythm.
I started gardening with my mum when I was a toddler and she generously passed on her green thumb to me and to my two sisters.

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Locked-down and Armed: one man’s struggle with entropy (5) – The White Rabbit

Sun in Gemini

I didn’t explain about the three drills…

I’ve written about the new one – a slinky DeWALT with a noise that makes you shiver with DIYlight. The other two are older versions by the same maker.

Buying the new one was prompted by the failure of both my re-chargeable batteries, when I tried to use the drill after a year of idleness… So, technically, I had a spare drill – but I had purchased only one battery with the new device… Two drills, one battery…hmm.

Prior to the destruction of Salty Pete’s old interior (the ‘radio shacks’), I stored my personal protective gear – safety helmet, armoured gloves, eye-protectors, long waders for the pond, etc – in a large plastic box that was loosely jammed on to the main cross-member that supports the upper part of the building. The middle of the former Saltpetre was so cluttered that I needed…

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