“Winter fights valiantly to hold the land. The earth and the sky are grey, leaden, and heavy with the cold. But here and there, scattered like jewels in the sodden grass, the first slender tips of daffodils start up toward the growing Sun. Something in us stirs …
I’ve been approaching 2018 with a great deal of apprehension. I’ve spoken before about my use of the word for a year, and how I’ve had mixed results. After the past couple of years and the large-scale changes, I can’t say …
When I read a story, I am immersed within a different world, as a new person, exploring a problem I want to be solved. I read the author’s words, watching the character act and feeling conflicting emotions as they make …
I spoke back in January about setting a ‘theme’ for the year, and for 2017, I picked ‘create.’ As a reminder: “The word isn’t an extra goal or a resolution as such, it’s more a way to summarise and remind myself …
“We begin in the heart of the darkness. Winter is full upon the Earth; snow veils the landscape, thin trees are brittle with ice, and stars shatter the black mirror of the sky.” :: Michelle Morgan :: November …
“A white lace of frost webs the sidewalk; a kaleidoscope of leaves. Hillsides are ablaze with flame-colored trees, fields lie fallow and dark, and cornstalks dry to the color of bone in the low golden sun. The sky promises rain …
