“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home. “I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.” “Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!” “No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?” “No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!” “A bear?…
I may be terrified of spiders and shriek like a stereotype if I brush against a cobweb, but that doesn’t mean I cannot appreciate the beauty in these creations of nature. This was taken over the weekend when walking through one of the pedestrian tunnels at the foot of the construction sites at Grand Canal.…
We were at the zoo again yesterday. You might be thinking, oh my god, really? Yes, really. It’s the best place to kill a couple of hours if you’re in that part of town and you have an annual membership and a toddler with a constant need of diversion. It’s, frankly, better than television. You’ll…
The last couple of weeks, my entry to and from our housing estate has been dominated by the heavily ripened rowan berries hanging above the gate (as well as other parts of the estate). The name “rowan” is actually new to me exactly as of fifteen minutes ago. I have been idly composing this post…
Flowing from my online debate last night that derailed the previous day’s blog post, tonight’s topic will be a completely irreverent and ridiculous discussion of trolling on social media. I have serious thoughts on the topic too, but they are going to be saved for another post. Before we go any further, I must warn…
We apologise for the interruption, but this evening’s service of steady, measured, insightful writing will instead be supplanted by slightly inappropriate frivolity. I did actually have a plan for tonight’s post. It involved a particular tree and some childhood nostalgia, but instead I accidentally got sucked into an epic Facebook debate in a group for…
I could talk about the Great Mystery of how parents function on week after month (after year!) of interrupted sleep. Or the Great Mystery of how we get any adult stuff done around the endless child-related responsibilities. I mean, the busiest childless lifestyle will feel feels like a luxurious, leisurely siesta after one introduces kids…
As the weather starts to slowly get colder, the rain more prevalent, and the evenings darker, it’s obvious that I’m saying a small goodbye to the summer each day at a time. This is, of course, perfectly normal and cyclical. I am not a fan of colder weather and darker days, but I love the…
Ever drive past a farm countryside and notice cows all clustered together in one part of the field? Or see them all lying down facing the same direction and wondered what it meant? I’ve heard it said often enough that an experienced farmer in tune with his land and animals can tell the coming weather…
Yesterday morning I posted the following on my Facebook page: “We woke up to a changeling in our bed instead of Hawkeye. After two mornings in a row of crying and screaming and kicking and having to wrestle him into his clothes and shoes and stroller, this morning he meekly slid out of bed with…
The Feathered Rose 