Author: harposword

15th September, 2018 Saturday Tea is comfort cladded black, that Grey, honeyed and all essential cream.  That Dream, well, another party in a house I am only visiting with hosts I do not know.  It is a ramble of a thing and from another age.  Storied and stairwayed, wood floored and many roomed but open […]

14th September, 2018 Friday Tea is E Greyed, golden honeyed and softened with unlocal cream. Day broke clear and cold. Across the Gorge the hint of volcano tip peeks above the wall of hills.  Its Fall.  I am sweatered layered and blanketed as I tap.  Its the Ipad this am as it leaves more space […]

13th September, 2018 Thursday Sunlight wombed my roost as the pack began to stir.  Morning once again. As I sit on the keystone sofa, surrounded by the pack who sleeps and sighs contentedly, my window frames the sparkle of this cold Gorge morning.  Its clear and in the 40’s.  Tea is Earled, honeyed and softened […]

12th September, 2018 Wednesday Dreams were again so veiled last night so I have nada to report. Tea has been Earl Grey again with Youngest, local honey and that cream. The morning opened cloaked in grey with clouds marching down the Gorge.  Sheet rain slants across my window.  Pack’s call to pee, bathrobed and slippered […]

11th September, 2018 Tuesday 9/11, eh? Seventeen years of membership in the Terrorized Nations Club.  At the time I knew we were going through the death of our innocence.  At seventeen we are in the adolescence of the life of navigating the terrorist colored globe.  Afganistan’s invasion, Sadam’s non existent WMD cache was the Bush […]

10th of September, 2018 Monday There is a babe across the globe come early today.  Please send him any light you can.  I am sending rainbows. This is a gorge of rainbows.  They come with clouds and rain and sun to paint their arches straight from our field and then fade softly into air.  Like […]

9th September, 2018 Sunday Sun and cool air.  Bright, still, cloudless. I am tired this morning.  Tea must be black.  Its steeping for 5 minutes.  Its an Earl Grey.  Local honey and not so local cream.  Its a comfort cuppa.  I took a trip to a dream hotel last night.  One of those that just […]

8th of September, 2018 Saturday Its a moody sky, the dawn was red orange and grey.  Clouds.  Oh the clouds.  I have missed those clouds, floating kingdoms in the air. This part of the world cloud kingdoms come and do not leave for quite the while.  They trail down the gorge in strata, low lanes […]

7th of September, 2018 Friday I have no idea what I dreamt last night.  Fog is good and thick between here and wherever I wander as I sleep. Tea is green steeped for three.  The goat has not released more milk and the dogs just love it in their food. We have none this am […]

6th September, 2018 Thursday Tea is black, the honey local and the milk from a goat.  Dream land, well, I roved.  I’m in a room I do not know and think the figure in the corner chair is my Mama.  An old friend is stretched on settee under a high window.  The pleasant conversation is […]