Floral Therapy

It’s such a rubbish day today (cold, rainy, heavy gray clouds) that I felt I needed to post some pictures I took last week. Spring has sprung around here. Overnight my cherry tree went from having tiny promising buds, to having not just a flower, not just SOME flowers, but a profusion of flowers. It… Continue reading Floral Therapy

NaBlo(sortof)PoMo

So, apparently weekends are my downfall when it comes to blogging (or writing) daily. And I think I’m OK with that. Yesterday was spent shouting at the son and heir, mostly, and playing board games. Today has been…well, very similar. There was an outing and a thwarted plot to go to Strasburg, and some quality… Continue reading NaBlo(sortof)PoMo

F is for Framework

So I took all my ideas, the ones that have been buzzing around in my head for a year (or is it two?) since I first had the audacious thought that I might have a novel in me after all, and started putting them down today. Not that I haven’t written a lot of it… Continue reading F is for Framework

W is for Working Out

I read a mystery that I really enjoyed. I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a novel myself. I think I could do it, even though I tend to think of myself as a short-form writer. But lately I’ve been thinking that maybe that’s just because I haven’t looked at the pattern. I can knit… Continue reading W is for Working Out

Blog O' The Day

Today’s blog post is camping out on the boys’ journal. The fact that I’ve been keeping a blog in my eldest son’s name all his five year long life, should perhaps lead me to be less surprised than I am about the tech-savviness of Kids Today (TM)

H is for Hookey

Oops, I fell off the blogging grid completely this weekend. I didn’t even write in my paper journal, so I can’t claim that. Ah well, it was the weekend, we had visitors, I was exhausted, it’s all good. Yesterday afternoon K gave me a free pass to get out on my own for a little… Continue reading H is for Hookey

13 Years

Wedding cake Originally uploaded by jwordsmith Happy Anniversary to us. Well, we made it through Year 13…and I can still remember how good that cake tasted…