It’s been a long 6 months since I took this picture of our Tree.
The heat, and the smoke, and my ‘chitis, lingered long into Autumn. 437 more words
This is what a gas lift looks like.
About 2 months ago the one on my chair started to lose its get-up-and-go. Every so often I’d experience this sinking feeling and after a quick check of my emotional state I realized it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my chair … so, I ignored it, until it became an almost daily experience. 336 more words
It’s chilly here on Widder Island.
Samhain is over and the Dead have returned to the Otherworlds.
The wee hobgoblins and ghouls who knocked on our door for treats are recovering from their indulgences and are nowhere to be found on the wild and windy streets of our neighbourhood. 228 more words
At the beginning of Summer, before the heat and the smoke and the ‘chitis, Mrs Widds and I decided we needed a little extra space for our treasures. 515 more words