Hobo here. Damn, it’s been forever since Shadows let me near the computer. I got her the other day though. She spent some time visiting with her brother and sister-in-law, leaving the computer wide open and not paying any attention to me. Did I have fun exploring. Been watching her…

Fire can be a vehicle for destruction or renewal and rebirth. Nothing represents the power of rising from the ashes than the mythical phoenix. The myth found it’s roots in ancient Greek, Egyptian and Middle Eastern mythology. The Phoenix Myth This magnificent phoenix, a bird with red, orange and gold plumage, was said…

Having some fun with looney results This morning as I was preparing my podcast I went to Midjourney to create the image for it. Most Thursdays the image comes up pretty easily, but today was, let’s say… interesting. Today I was sharing a story about my sister and I trailing…

Over the last several years many parts of the world has experienced some extremes of weather triggered by climate change. I’ve been fortunate, while I’ve been noticing a change in weather patterns over the last decade, they haven’t been extreme changes. …

I like this time of year. As spring takes hold and we head toward early summertime, I especially like the early morning hours of the day. As my day starts I can take some quiet time to just listen into my surroundings. Living in a rural area, it’s the time…

My parents grew a large vegetable garden every year. We were a family of seven and often would have a border or two in the house. The food from the garden was an important part of the family budget. The parents would do preserves and freeze the harvest. We had…

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in — what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him, the stars.” — Victor Hugo I grew up in a rural area. My parents property backed onto a forest with a stream meandering through it…

“The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he leaves them whole, undamaged and fresh, just as he found them.” — Saint Francis de Sales My neighbour kindly cuts my lawn for me, or rather, part of…

She could feel an energy around her, hear a soft humming by her ear as she glided along this path. It was as though she was being drawn to a destination. The path ran into a forest. It was night on the path yet it was light in the forest…