The Roses of September

Morning is here again, a warm September morning with sun and blue skies. I have been sitting here for thirty minutes trying to write about an experience I had this weekend. I have not been able to put it to words try as I might. They do not flow today, those words and my story […]


One of the things I  do when I sit and write, is listen to music.  The music I choose at such times is quiet. and helps me drift to a space where often I find the words that have lately been eluding me.  Today I was not writing, but shopping for bedding, a long standing […]