About sixteen years ago when I was living and working in the Magical Town of Crickadoon, (Crickhowell, Wales), I found myself experiencing a block….it happens…it’s quite normal. 199 more words
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If you read my earlier post you know that the morning started a bit down due to the cutting down of the trees near my home. 433 more words
I was not expecting Walden to be closed. Hot, sunny, a Friday in early September.
The swim buoys and ropes had been pulled so quickly after Labor Day it felt like Walden had once more been handed back to the population of regulars who swim from anytime after February (not me, but I do know some hardy folk who do) to December. 257 more words
It is Sunday, (yes…almost a week ago) and I have lamented my loss of words for Walden…(see last post)
I arrive late afternoon, thinking I have cleverly avoided not only the hot sun day crowds, but come at a time when the pond will be under capacity and parking open. 362 more words