Thank you, Santa!

It would make the ultimate, if cheesy, Christmas photo for the cover of The Star

O’en knew the drill

How the curtain has drawn around our days, leaving us snatching at the bright hours

Setting things to rights

Fall turned, twisted, and curled on the stem and lingered in the air much longer than usual.

Suck them away, suck them away.

You get to watch with each passing year the metamorphosis of your offspring

Small birds are not my thing

The shelf at the bay window in the dining room was filled with great, big flowering Christmas cactuses on a painted, dark-green copper tray