It’s not writer’s block; it’s boredom

Black spots appeared, first on one leaf, then another. It doesn’t like it here and wants a second opinion. I consult and am advised that the bathroom is too humid for a monstera plant. It doesn’t matter that its the right size. Its taken years to finally acquire one and now I’m about to killContinue reading “It’s not writer’s block; it’s boredom”

Walking my garden path

The original path was too narrow, too raised; unsafe. Weeds had overtaken it, up through it or down into it. I pulled up the bricks during lockdown and tried to dig down and level it off. The rains came. It was a mad panic to cover it again or the weeds would return before IContinue reading “Walking my garden path”

The regretful suspension of habits

Periodically, from time to time, at seemingly random intervals, I have a habit. It seems to be true for most of my habits. Periodically, from time to time, another habit runs it’s course. The exceptions being waking up, going to sleep, cleaning my teeth, which are always there. Daily rituals rather than habits. No. OnContinue reading “The regretful suspension of habits”