Reflections of composting in the garden and in the heart I am sitting here near the compost heap this morning in order to get in touch with the topic. My confession is this: The compost was the first thing I worked on when I moved into my new home. I discovered that I don’t even … Continue reading Sunday’s Confessions from a Compost Heap
Blessed
The Road…
As I drive to my destination along the River Tweed My heart settles...I can see the farmland and the rolling hills Softened by the damp air.It hasn't rained today but everything is still wet from the day before.The winter-green is greener Than I imagined were possible.The buildings, grey, to match the day.It's a two o'clock … Continue reading The Road…
First Snow, This Morning
We have snow On the hillsOpposite us. Just a dusting. Like icing sugar Sprinkled on a cake. The river flowsSalmon pinkunder the sun riseAnd dogs playIn the park below.No wonder DJumped back into bedFeeling like an icicle As he cuddled close to me.Now the earth prepares To sleep under Blankets of snow I find myself … Continue reading First Snow, This Morning
A quiet Weekend
The author wishes everyone celebrating Easter a blessed day and expresses a desire for quiet reflection. They shared a visual journal painting and a YouTube video featuring a poem about finding glimmers in life during chaotic times.
Morag Noffke 