It’s a question I’ve been asking myself lately. I even wrote a poem about it. Then I realised that nobody is ever going to say ‘yes’. Why? Good question. I guess because the word ‘old’ has so much baggage attached to it. It is weighted down with notions of decrepitude, diminished faculties, failing health, dependency… Continue reading Am I Old Yet?
Who’d have thought it? Today I woke up in Liverpool to a glorious crisp and clear, blue sky day. Believe it or not, I still love the weather here. I love the way it changes from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. And it’s Christmas day, so I set off for a… Continue reading Festive greetings!
When I moved to my little crone cottage here in Picton (tucked in between Toxteth and Edge Hill, in May 2019, my “garden” was a square of paving stones, with a border of gravel, a large Yukka and a golden tree of some kind. By October, I had begun to add the odd pot, and… Continue reading The first butterfly