The silence of snoweach decibel cocooned between the flakesfalling gently from a deep blue sky. Trees mantled in lace like debutantesgnarled bark hidden from their suitorsWaiting for the prom that Spring will bring There is a peace when breathing frostsbefore my face and fingers tinglelike angels dancing two-step. Ahead a
Month: January 2025
Knobbly Knee Meets Water Bottle
Last summer we spent a day at the track at Mooney’s Bay with Special Olympics. It was a blistering hot day with very little respite or shade. Ever prepared we took water bottles with us. Thinking myself smart I fashioned a holder for my water bottle and clipped it onto
Frieda Law, RDN
I know a lot of people roll their eyes and say my dog is ‘just a dog’. I guess they are entitled to their opinions, I just hope they are not dog owners (poor wee beasties!). Dogs have been a part of my life, well, for most of my life,
The Old Man The River And The Sea
Said the old man to the river,“I am a pebble to your torrent,barely rattling as I am carriedfar below my grassy knoll.” And the river deeply rumbled,flashing waves upon its’ crest,as it pondered some rebuttal,something wise it could empart. “We are the same,” it finally answered,“for I am but a