I forgot

I forgot that 2021 was my Year of Remembering. The leaves have fallen, the year half done, and finally it has dawned on me. At the beginning of each year, I usually write something to get things started, usually about the possibilities that the latest theme might bring. But not this year. It could haveContinue reading “I forgot”

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”