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Mar.15.2011
The sky like a rare jewel raised on my middle finger and the first shaft of light thrown on the patio like a drizzle of coulis on an exotic dessert and all the world awakening. Word has that hippies bought the old farm up on the hill and we are all agog that the word has it they are going to be ''...
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Mar.19.2010
If only Spring would come in to this garden and not stand at the blue gates like a nosy neighbour who wants to spy on me but keep her distance at the same time. Spring watches me with bunches of daffodils looped around the necks of donkeys who parade by the wall in long lazy clippety clop strides....
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Mar.15.2010
I did a double take when I saw Coley on the  city street this afternoon. I mean Coley was the last person I expected to see on a street that houses Lawyers and Doctors and Chiropractors and, as it happens, my son's school. I was sitting in my car listening to some music, a little Miles Davis to be...
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Jun.27.2009
There are no rainbows in the sky at this time of year. I will have to wait until the Fall to witness such a splendour. At this time of year  the sky is predictably blue, varying shades from Peacock to Doulton to Royal. Though today,  for the most part,  the sky was a blotchy grey, dark and white...