Category: #trees
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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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The Magical Hedge…
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Ever since I noticed the forsythia peeping through the green privet section of our hedge the other day, I have been having lots of looks through my office window, just to see the rapidly growing clusters of yellow flowers. This hedge, 30 feet long and usually the bane of my life when it needs trimming,…
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A Little Joy…
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I needed some light relief this morning, so what could be better than a happy, joyous moment from last Summer? Two adventurous magpies, playing among my bonsai… I hope they come back this year! Love Jaye 💖💖
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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…