Month: January 2022
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When your children are smarter than you . . .
There’s a special sort of joy in watching your children, and then, if you’re really lucky, theirs, grow up into cleverer clogs than what you yourself are. I don’t know if you’d call it a sort of wry acquiescence to your inevitable destiny, or what, but for me it’s both sweet and kind of bitter.…
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The joy of familiars
Looking back on our lives, we often reminisce about our pets. Their short lives, it seems, punctuate our longer ones, and so we might say, ah yes, remember how we brought the Angora rabbits up north with us in the old Morris Minor. Or remember that Scrap, when we picked him up and he scratched…
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A cheerful tale with a sad ending
A fascinating thing about farmers in these parts is the delight indulged by many of them, in pea fowl. In our own smallholding, up on the high fellside, we took care of a mini-flock for a while, the legacy of Earnest, or maybe it was Percy. But four pea fowl were about four too many,…
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Hanging out the blessings
Poetry, like music, is an excellent vehicle for communicating feelings. I can tell you, in so many words during a conversation, how I experienced a sense of joy one sunny afternoon while hanging out the washing. But if I want to open up my sense of that occasion, it helps me to describe my experience…
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The beginning of the road . . .
Following on from my thoughts on consolidation, and considering the things that I know about, I’ve decided to launch a new blog. The idea is that this new blog, exploring a personal quest for happiness, might present some of the more general interest facets of my previous and ongoing online writing efforts from: AllendaleDiary.org, BiomeNE47,.com, and HarryCarrieAndMe.wordpress.com. AllendaleDiary.org was…
Roads to Joy 