“When did his feet get so big?” I asked The Mister today when we were out shopping for wellies. His first pair of wellies! I kept thinking to myself. “I dunno. I mean, we keep feeding him, and he keeps growing. Maybe that’s our problem?” What stunned me today is that when I zeroed in on…
Apropos to yesterday’s post, we were back on even keep this morning, together with Guard Bear keeping a watchful eye on Conor the Camel.
This whole insane blog project began with an innocuous 100 day photo challenge on instagram. When that wasn’t enough for me, I embarked on a blog and signed myself up for the self-appointed challenge of writing or posting something daily for 365 days. And now… what’s left is the mirror image of where it all…
So… that zoo trip over the weekend that I casually alluded to a couple of days ago when talking about getting up close and personal with a duck. Here are the highlights, because I can’t get over how much I’ve gotten invested in keeping track of the animals we see. And it was beautiful to…
We were at the zoo again today. I’ll spare you the details write about the details in another post, but there was one thing on our way out that deserves its own story. We were on the way out at the zoo’s main entrance and exit, which is a wide platform with a deck-like extension…
“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…
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…
The Feathered Rose 