Oh me too. And we always talk about things being 'predisastered'.

some of you may die but it 's a sacrifice i am willing to make .. ALT: some of you may die but it 's a sacrifice i am willing to make ..

Very strong Lord Farquar vibes coming from across the pond ATM.

Amen sister. Almost half my lifetime with SLE now, and I'm so bored of it. If it's not the disease it's the meds...

Glorious. I love that church...the way the gravestones seem to be tumbling towards the ocean.

La vie en rose - Grace Jones

Anything by Willa Cather, I love Death comes for the Archbishop.
The Good Soldier, Ford Madox Ford. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an all time fave.

My maiden name was Homan.
It distresses me on a daily basis.

Received this as a Christmas gift, really enjoyed it. Particularly as I have a strong memory of spelling Wednesday wrong in a year 3 spelling test, and even now have to say it (in my head) WED-NES-DAY whenever I write it down. Solidarity.

Totally.
Please take off your shoes before you sit on the bed, though.

Literally just rewatched it myself. I was missing Matt and Harriet.

Somebody needs to look at her school attendance record

Totally.
My eldest took a book to her prom.
#likemotherlikedaughter

Part of the reason is because there's clouds. Perfect clear skies do not a great photo make. There's a metaphor in there somewhere...

I hear you.
We had a campaign that lasted 6 whole weeks here in the UK last year. Now that was excessive.

Stone within passage tomb, Gavrinis, Gulf of Morbihan, France.
#StandingStoneSunday

Pentre Ifan, Preseli Hills, Wales.
A favourite place.
#StandingStoneSunday

Oh I LOVE that place! Haven't seen it for 25 years, thanks for sharing!

There is someone near me on the bus who is CUTTING HER NAILS. The sound of the clipper...aaaargh.
Tell me this isn't part of the New Normal??

Or for a 7-year-old husky: woofity-woofity woof woof woof, woofity-woofity woof woof woof...

Marvellous.
It's what le petit Jesus would have wanted.

Punxutawney Phil
Saw a shadow: not six weeks -
Four years of winter.

#haiku
#groundhogday

If still not done yet
Then try to write a Tanka:
Not only the brief
5-7-5 form you know well -
There's then two more lines to go.

January days
The cold bites the swelling buds
A glimmer of hope.

#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt (glimmer)

This is not as it should be:
The Earth, in her prime,
should be shaking new life- forms from her skirts.
Basking in the rays of her closest star,
she should feel safe and satisfied:
Instead, she clutches her dearest to her breast,
fans her face, and wonders how
to escape the coming storm.

This is perfect

A little bit of hope after a terrible week A survival guide to the next four years.

It's been a terrible week. A terrible, terrible week. The worst people on earth are full of energy and vigour, the best are defined by anxiety and self-doubt. Here are three simple rules to surviving the next four years, because by God we'll need them iandunt.substack.com/p/a-little-b...

You were already my hero.
This elevates you to god-like status.

The patterns I form
Recall a wagon, a plough,
a great shining bear.

#haiku
#ursamajor
#dailyhaikuprompt (bear)

Raking the embers
Stacking wood, lighting the flame:
beginning anew.

#haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt (beginning)

Favourite ugly/beautiful photograph taken this year.
Málaga station, morning light.