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Because I was afraid of worms Roxanne, worms..
Night light in flight
My husband & I sat outside the other night watching cool breezes sway the smoke plumes from our candle and marveling at the occasional punctuations of bouncing light against the dark from passing fireflies. … Continue Reading ››
Marks of time
Time is wild. As in foaming, ravenous, stalking you just on the other side of that hedgerow beastie wild. Unless it’s resting, at which point … Continue Reading ››
Rum & Lime
Keep moving…
Were it up to me I might choose a different arena in which to claim bragging rights, but such as it is it must be owned that I possess an absurd amount of experience … Continue Reading ››
Which way did I go? Which way did I go?
Driving in Barbados…
It seems there are certain things one must occasionally suspend belief in or fears about so to … Continue Reading ››
Voting them off the island…
Recently I began this blooming Tulip blog and have been trying to find my way, albeit slowly and somewhat clumsily. Perhaps something like a blind, seizure prone three-legged donkey, tripod-ally traversing a treacherous and slippery cliff side trail. The more technical aspects … Continue Reading ››
Forget something? 2-6-13
Bill had the odd day off yesterday and in the morning we sat at an outdoor café amongst pretty purple, pink and yellow chattel houses to talk and plan what we might do with the day. … Continue Reading ››