Tag Archives: Mother Nature
Falling
First came hail. Then stinging sleet, whipping my cheeks like an angry weather monster. Later, lonely white flakes fell – dawdling down in isolation. Mere afterthoughts. Certainly not a snowfall. The clouds passed, their smoke-grey curtain drawn back, revealing a … Continue reading
The beholding I
Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss about it. But I think I’ve acquired a supernatural power. I know. Unlikely. But I’ve suspected it for some time and on Sunday I decided I was right. You see, … Continue reading
High on a hill was a lonely …
Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading
A Tale of Old Mistress Winter, Part III
MANY thanks to those of you who read and made such kind comments on my 2016 Christmas story, A Tale of Old Mistress Winter. I do indeed, as some of you suggested in comments or to me in person, hope … Continue reading
A Tale of Old Mistress Winter
MANY thanks to those of you who read and made such kind comments on my 3-part 2016 Christmas story, A Tale of Old Mistress Winter. I do indeed, as some of you suggested, hope to publish it ‘properly’ in some … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 