I like my sister‘s house. I’d like to tell her that I am moving in there. She can just think of me as one of the other farm animals. I could be a baby donkey or maybe a tiny horse, but I wouldn’t want to be a chicken because laying eggs would be exhausting. I…

This morning the bones of the house had creaked and moaned and snapped with a ferociousness not heard before. Its flesh slapping at the restraining drywall and crying as the resident mice left for warmer climes. No one left here to feel winter coming. She wanted to raise her hand. She came once in November…

Cherry Trees blossom for only a brief moment. Such a selfish tree.

This morning for the second time I took a walk with my little Sadie up the street into the graveyard of our local church. There’s a place there where people put the cremated remains of their loved ones. I always feel drawn to this place as it is strangely peaceful, but also filled with a…

Good to get out in the world

Freshly painted on my pathway