At least there wasn't any black flies
#banff #dumbanddumber #aspen

Things are happening in the garden.
#gardenlife #secretgarden #writingcommunity

Sometimes the weight of the kettle fools me into thinking it's full. I wait for its high pitched squeal, it never comes. Just a red hot whistleless pot of trickery.

When you have children no one tells you about getting to listen to your amazing, beautiful wife read bedtime stories making ridiculous voices, surprise fart sounds, and your kid losing it. The food is good, but honestly, I stay just for the show. #ParentingWins #dadlife #fartjokesforever

Last week, in classic NB fashion, we stood in the rain to honour my late father, a lifelong forester and conservationist.
A new protected area now bears his name, with a bench called Watling’s Watch. Despite the weather, friends, family, and his old colleagues came out strong. Proud son moment.

Jump scare of the day: Just me, minding my business in the old mechanical room at the museum… and suddenly I'm being silently judged by two very dead birds perched above the cabinet. Thanks for the heart attack, taxidermy! #deadbirdsclub #museumlife #taxidermyterrors

Lately, I've thought about Piggy and the boulder, and I think about disorder and savagery’s triumph over reason. How quickly order can collapse when fear takes the wheel. How fragile intellect becomes when violence conquers rules. Then I go make a snack.
#lordoftheflies
#writersthoughts