Our rescue dog Ivan is comfortable with sofas covered with quilts after life on the streets and in shelter cages.
It sits there day after day waiting to be used. The unassuming toaster is an unheralded hero of our kitchen. Ignored for years when we went off bread to daily attention now that we’re back on sourdough. Cleaned it this week. Crumbs of a clown car kept spreading along the counter. Crumbs from 70’s? No,Continue reading “A Few Moments for the Toaster”
A bug unknown to me selects the flower that has a little more zest than its partner, or something like that.
A key from the sea rolled into shore, It may open a door, a chest of yore. Gone green with age, so I ‘d say no more.
I built this bench that no one sits on, so the nasturtiums took over–they like it.
Sometimes on a hike my cell phone, on its own, will take shots of my pocket. But this one, a spiral of the wood chip trail, was taken while the phone was hanging out of my pocket, or, at least, that is the theory. I like it.
How often do you look at yourself in a mirror? This is one of those questions that is grist for the internet. Some studies say women look at themselves more than men while other sources claim men actually view themselves more than women. Whatever. I am forced to look at myself when I shave, usuallyContinue reading “Looking in the Mirror…”
I have a copper “sink” that’s been outside enriching its patina for nearly ten years. I tried using it as a planter, but that was a fail. Now it has protected junk status.
Nick was a master of pick up lines in The Ploy at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Stories every Sunday. This one is from the vault, first appearing as “Fitzgerald” in June, 2014.