Category: bonsai
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Silent Sunday…
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I am still struggling to get my thoughts in order, and this thing in my head is not helping. I want to feel relieved that help might be on the way, but for some reason, my mind won’t rest. I must admit to allowing this, as I am too tired to argue with anything. Even…
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Swan Song: Why I thought I wrote it…
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Swan Song: Why I thought I wrote it… I heard this title somewhere, a long time ago, and it stuck in my mind. I was thinking it would be a good title for the new outing of my Detective David Snow. So I went ahead and started the outline for Swan Song. I even made…
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Magical Moments…
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I have been taking slow, unsteady walks out into our yard lately. Part of the rehabilitation process, I suppose. The first few trips did not benefit me at all; I was too busy fighting the barely controlled terror of being outside, on my own. What I could see, looking past the fear, made the feeling…
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Silent Sunday…
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Winter is very much holding sway down here in Petersfield. I keep looking out of my window, but there are no signs of growth out there yet. My bonsai trees look cold and damp, sitting in their pots like silent sentinels. Are they awake in there, waiting for Nature’s nod to get going? This is…
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Time Heals all Wounds…
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Back in the saddle, and a very Happy New Year, everyone! There once was a majestic bonsai tree, regal and noble, the best in my bonsai collection. Then something happened to me, and I could no longer take care of any of them. Members of my family took turns watering, with me watching helplessly from…
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The End of the Road…
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Yesterday morning was one of the worst mornings I have had since this miserable situation began in March of this year. I awoke with tears in my eyes, tears I could not stop for almost an hour. There was no particular reason; I wasn’t thinking or feeling anything particular. My brain doesn’t switch on until…
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Memories of a Better Saturday… #Flowers
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I really wanted to take part in another #Six on Saturday this week, but sadly, our little garden is waterlogged. Any flowers that were grimly hanging on, have been reduced to a soggy mess from all the rain. This had me remembering all the lovely flowers that have made me smile this year. I am…