Beltane potatoes need love too…

Beltane. Spring. Rebirth. Fertility. Sexy sex. Run off into the forest and commune with nature with your bum in the wind. It’s a grand holiday. But as I age, after a year of Covid related health problems, I find I’m more inhibited (and that’s saying something, given that I was nearly volcanic rock before). I’m…

Travel, mojo, lessons

Going back to the old adage of trying a list when thoughts won’t come any other way: Lockdown has lifted and life feels almost normal again. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I liked hermiting. I’m feeling better. Mostly. I’m really lucky. In pretty much every way. I love planting flowers in the…

What are you planting?

Rebirth After a tough 12 months, being able to walk amongst the snowdrops and jonquils was a spring blessing. Tiny leaves sprouted from budding willows, little ferns were waving into warm air, and dark ivy was taking on a bright new sheen. I took lots of deep breaths, filling my lungs with crisp air and…

Out of Plato’s Cave

It’s my one year anniversary. Which is far less exciting than most one year anniversaries. It’s a year almost to the week that I came down with the coronavirus. And today I received my vaccination so I don’t get it again, and so I don’t have it and pass it on. I have no desire…

Polenta Apple Pie

Wife: How are you feeling? Me, contemplating: I need a code word. Wife: You mean so you don’t have to keep saying you feel like shit? Me, nodding. Wife, thinking: okay… Polenta. Me, serious: Polenta. Yes. Wife: Apple Pie for medium, carrot cake for great. Me, nodding. Wife: so how are you feeling? Me: Polenta…

No talking, please.

Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like I was a great conversationalist…

No talking, please.

Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like I was a great conversationalist…

It takes a village

It can be incredibly hard to ask for help. And in times when lots of people are hurting, even more so. But if anything, the pandemic and climate ravages have shown that community does come together to help those in need. So I’m hoping that will be the case now. Part of my Mom’s roof…

Adapt and nonsense

Mechanical bananas belong to maniacal monkeys in Malaysia. Boomerang clouds are a threat to the existence of vicious sea slugs. Open bottles can create lemon scented gas that numbs butterfly wings. All rubbish, obviously. But it’s so hard to know what to say right now. The absurd is easier to put down than any type…

Roar Back

2021 isn’t looking a hell of a lot more promising than 2020, is it? Just another vast, fuzzy space of days where even my sweatpants feel a little snug. The pandemic rages on, with death counts and variants vying for headlines with governmental politics over the vaccine. There was a coup attempt on the White…