My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Life must be good, old sport,” Cyril sidled across the travertine terrace toward Flynn, his nose sniffing the air and his voice dripping with subservience. Flynn stretched languidly, eyes closed, mouth wide, his fangs flashing a brilliant white. The creamy, walnut-hued courtyard tiles remained cool even under the hottest sun. Flynn lounged there most afternoons, … Continue reading A proper introduction
I'm devoting this week to taking back control of my yard. I've spent hours each day mowing, trimming trees and shrubs, edging sidewalks and patios, and various and sundry things needed done to make my landscaping presentable. Sadly, the lack of rain and attention means my yard is also sort of crunchy now. All that … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Joints
I'm late... I know. I blame* FIFA World Cup soccer and afternoon semifinal games - England v Croatia - that go into two overtimes. Spoiler: Croatia won its semi, so did France. (I will blame* anything other than my own procrastination/ennui/lack of inspiration.) I haven't been following the tournament to this point. The U.S. Men's … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Sport
A quiet, soft spot to be alone A steaming cuppa, a good book, warm blanket, Getting lost in the words of a land unknown Knights and maidens glorified in iambic sonnet Uncharted stars and worlds strange Joining an unexpected journey with a Hobbit A family saga set against the good earth Freedom to read radical … Continue reading Bibliophilia
Wednesday was the Fourth of July, a federal holiday in the U.S. designated to celebrate the country’s independence from England. Banks closed, there was no mail service, many businesses closed (not retailers though, July 4th is one of the busiest shopping days of the year) and nationwide, cooking out was the grand event, second only … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Freedom
“Back in the day, would I’ve been a villein?” Jodie and Flynn snuggled on her bed for their nightly chat. “I can’t imagine you as a ‘bad guy’ in any era,” Flynn purred, offering his belly for scratching. “No, silly, not ‘villain’, ‘ain’,” Jodie giggled, tickling him with both hands. “I mean ‘villein', ‘ein’, like … Continue reading Family history
Thin spiral notebook 