Wattles on a Grassy Knoll

On brilliantly sunny days the top of the block can be an enchanting place to work. Though I seldom really stop long enough to take it all in. I usually find myself staring at a photo of it on the computer screen much later in the day thinking to myself . . . "Wow, that's … Continue reading Wattles on a Grassy Knoll

A Thursday with Gran (BEFORE School starts back.)

A warning dear reader. This is something of a therapy session for me, writing this. It is more for the sake of someday looking back and pondering on the madness of it all. Or just not at all. Regards, Mr PP. ----o---- About mid November last year, Gran's bowels became problematic for us all as … Continue reading A Thursday with Gran (BEFORE School starts back.)

Days of Summer

Summer in this part of the world has a particular soundtrack. There is the click and ticks of the cicadas. The percussive rhythm that gives the heartbeat to the days of summer. There are the intermittent melodies of birds visiting the garden. The embellishments to the audible tapestry . . . infrequent squeals of kids … Continue reading Days of Summer