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It’s Raining – Again
I see outside it’s raining Just like the day before. The forecast says tomorrow Will bring us even more. The grass is needing cut Some weeds are fully grown “More jobs I am behind with” I hear my conscience moan. I need to clean the car out, I meant to paint the gate. Some fruit…
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Not Giving Up
It can be hard to focus on the things we need to see. Knowing and doing are not the same. Its easy to give up when things go wrong… Stop. Step back. Breath. It’s still there. The Good. It’s all still there. Waiting for you to remember it.
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Going In Housework Circles
Dishes done and sink is clear, I turned my back and more appear: “We haven’t even eaten yet”, I think as I get new pile wet. Last load of ironing finally done, Then see I’ve washed another one. Get that dry and ironed too – Another pile comes out the blue. Hoovers used and put…
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My Husband
I met you the day I stopped looking. Our souls smiled first, Because they knew. Holder of my hand, Keeper of my heart – That’s you. Time passes, And now are we not like the old gnarled tree, Whose branches show the wounds of harsh seasons? Yet strong and beautiful, Growing older together.
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Why Is The Clown So Sad?
You look at this clothes, And you can’t help but laugh. You point to his shoes, As he trips on the path. You look at his face, The make-up is dry, Yet a tears painted on And you never ask why.
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Housewife?…..NO!!!
My Job Description I hate it when they ask, “what is it that you do?”, I could just say, “housewife”, but that would not be true. I’m a carer, teacher, designer, baker, A personal shopper, accountant and appointment maker. I’m a fully trained cleaner, a chauffeur and nurse, Skilled in the art of stopping things…
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The View From My Kitchen Window
I always see the plants first. The strawberries in the old wellington boot, The herbs swaying in the wind. Checking every day to see if a new flower has emerged yet. Then I see the bird house, And welcome my feathered visitors whatever the weather. Summer brings raspberries, Lining along the shed majestically. Winter shows…
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The Wonderful Loneliness of Gardening
As a gardener, there are things that only I care about in this house! Things that make or break my day and nobody else even knows about them. That also means I get the triumphs, the highs that go with the lows. I was so taken by this that I decided to be creative with…
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Gratitude
In the garden, in the trees, the birds are chirping. Our car breaks down and we are stranded, but the birds are chirping. The fridge-freezer failed us – again, still the birds are chirping. Some seeds won’t germinate, no matter what I do and the birds keep chirping. We have food in our bellies and…
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Tree Orchestra
Background: When I was a student many many years ago, I was in the student accommodation of the town hospital. It was a dark night and the weather wasn’t great. As I looked out of my window, watching the trees outside the following short poem sprang to mind. This is one I’ve turned into what…
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Announcing Poetry Corner
Wait! Hear me out and don’t let the word put you off – give it a try, you might surprise yourself. As well as the usual sorts of articles I’ve been posting here, I’ve decided to have a small patch on the blog just for poetry of some sorts. Don’t panic – I’m not talking…
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For Robert Burns
An Ode tae my Kefir grains… For Burns Day this year, I put a short video on Youtube of me saying the following wee ditty I wrote in honour of my kefir grains. You can find the video here: https://youtube.com/shorts/qRP4dmnrMxs?feature=share The written version: Ma braw wee beasties oan ma kitchen counter, Fu’ o a’ the…