Wide Open Windows Too cool to be hot, to warm to be cold, it was a day for which Spring is justly famous. A day for Aaron Copland’s celebr...

Unawares With a black fedora cocked to one side of his head and a plaid scarf knotted round his neck, he sat by the side of the road, playin...

A Pink Hydrangea There are fifty-two hydrangeas that surround our cottage. They are a delightful source of beauty during the spring and sum...

The Best of Friends It was an wayward baseball, launched, no doubt, from the bat of a too-eager Little Leaguer, up high over the fence and o...

Wild Life Today marks the end of National Wildlife Week. Therefore, I thought it timely to relate a rather heart-stopping wildlife adventur...

Some Of My Favourite Things This Week Before Spring The scent of white lilies in vases all over the house Planting Candytuft and Rosemary bu...

The Isle Of Innisfree I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer And I’ve no doubt there’s truth in what they say But sure a body’...

Pure Fiction It may sound contradictory, but I find such truth in fiction. In noting last week’s passing of one of America’s most truthful ...

Five Needles at Once On a warm evening a few summers ago, the Songwriter and I stood talking outside our favourite Mexican restaurant whilst...

To Pay Attention “That big dog looks so happy”, the man called out over his shoulder as he cycled past and out of sight. Edward paid him no...

A Birthday Memory I had come to Britain some years back to observe the occasion of my fortieth birthday with the half hearted hope that by...

Foretelling I heard the owl at midnight. Not the fairy trill of the Screech, but the oracular notes of the Great Horned that frequently sp...

The True Herald of Spring He was the legendary harbinger of Springtime. everything a Robin should be, sitting fat and cocky atop my back ga...

New Inventions Over the past week I have received three emails from friends who have just lost their jobs. Serious jobs, too, jobs that se...

The Alchemist Watching the Academy Awards is a tradition for me. Popcorn, comfy pajamas, fire in the fireplace....all the necessary accoutr...

Pure Magic I sat in traffic on a rainy day, absorbed in browsing through my treasured album of mental pictures, searching wistfully for a fa...

A Favourite Chair This photo is on my desk at all times, within an easy gaze of my eye. To me it is a therapeutic talisman. When I am on...

On A Night Last Week Was I really supposed to sleep? With a moon like that one dangling up in the sky above my window? A moon that sang ou...

"Love..... If you have it, you don't need to have anything else. And if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what els...

Designing Thoughts I have an unabashed love of exuberant rooms; those creative and colourful interiors that speak such engrossing volumes ab...