We’ve had a lovely weekend here, Paul and I with our daughter B and our g-daughter Nola, a weekend of hikes and beachglass hunts and ice cream sundaes in the sunshine. Of colouring together and…
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It feels so odd, alienating, to be here, at home, on the island, while my mother only occasionally achieves consciousness, breathing through her mouth in a deep sleep in a hospice bed across the Strait.…
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You’re all so fabulous in your warm and supportive comments — they mean so much although I can’t take time to answer them. My family has to be my priority right now. But I wanted…
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My mother brought these Omphalodes cappadocica ‘Starry eyes’ from her garden to plant in mine at least ten years ago. Every spring, now, I think of her as they bloom near her birthday (she turned 82…
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My daughter and granddaughter came for a visit last Friday, and my son-in-law joined us on Saturday. Sunday morning, I headed out for my run after cuddling and laughing with little Harriet. Each loop of…
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