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Please Just be careful because people are going crazy from being in lock down! Actually I’ve just been talking about this with the microwave and toaster while drinking coffee and all of us agreed that things are getting bad. I didn’t mention anything to the washing machine as she puts a different spin on everything and certainly not to the fridge as he is acting cold and distant. In the end the iron calmed me down as she said nothing was too pressing



The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament
Such grief I knew, my heart was torn
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And as I cried I was forlorn
In agony my garments rent
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament



In my household, when I was a child, there was never any HUMOUR, my mother would always quash it. My father had a most natural and very funny sense of humour, and would often try to make me laugh. But woe betide me if I did! My mother would give me a PIECE of her mind.

Strangely, I grew up with a very prominent sense of humour. Maybe I developed it to offset the bad stuff. But to this day my sense of humiyr serves me well. To be able to laugh in the hard times is a blessing indeed. And to be able to use that humiyr to make others laugh too.

As they say, I think that my mother was cutting off her npNOSE to soute her face, and I find that very sad.


One day the distant woods enfolded me
Wrapped within their sensual green I rested there
Alone apart from nature’s kiss
I talked with all who gathered there
Birds who sang in chorus proud
Rabbits running wild and free
Snakes a’slithering in the grass
Squirrels darting up the trees
Oh how blessedI was that day
That now seems oh so long ago
But in this time you wait for me
One day I will rest again you will enfold me
Once again


As the wind screams around the house
My spirit too is screaming
A catastrophe has hit the world
And many now are dying
A day we thought we’d never see
But now it knocks at our door

Never will I open my door
Nothing can enter my house
Black clouds banked in the sky I see
Many souls I hear screaming
The sound of the pain of those who are dying
Echoing all through the world

What is going to become of our world
Does death knock at the door
How many are there who are dying
Who were not safe in their house
I never want to hear that screaming
Devastation is all I  can see

Cover my eyes so I cannot see
Desolate is the world
Cover my ears against the screaming
I must lock my door
Can this thing get into my house
Would anyone know I was dying

No one wants to know they are dying
Only black clouds see
Once I sheltered in my house
Hid my face from the world
I rested safe behind my door
I never heard any screaming

But now the world is filled with screaming
Accompanying the dying
I gently open again my door
My eyes must open and see
And give the love of my heart to the world
Open the doors of my house

Whilst all I hear is screaming I see
From the safety of my house many dying
The pain of a tortured world lies here at my door


Morrisons café seemed very popular the next day. Roy, Joann and Anna were all occupying a table in a corner.

“Whatever anybody else thought, I never thought it was old Joe, the farmer,” said Roy. “He might have been bad tempered but I never believed he would go that far. He was all bark and no bite.”

“It never is the one you think it might be,” said Joann.

“They’re all in shock in the Church shop,” said Anna. “A well respected bloke all his life was Graham. His shop never seemed to close and he was always most helpful. Everyone went to him.”

“It was his wife that was the queer one,” said Roy. “But once they moved out of the town we never heard much about her. She just seemed to disappear from sight.”

Suddenly, Lillian appeared in her usual tumbling, stumbling way.

“My God, it’s a meeting of the clans,” she exclaimed. “You should have seen Graham’s face when he was arrested yesterday. He looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. I could hardly believe my luck being caught up so closely with a murderer.”

“I wouldn’t think the guy who was murdered would have felt very lucky,” said Roy, giving Lillian a look that would have made anybody else shrivel up. “Anyway, do we know who he was, yet?”

“I’ve heard that it was that Alice’s husband,” piped up Lillian.

“And where did you hear that?” asked Roy.

“I’ve just seen Joan,” said Lillian. “And that Alice has been arrested as well. The police were round at her flat early this morning. They wanted to ask her some questions about Alice, but Joan couldn’t help them much with not having seen Alice for years. Mind you, she did say to me that Alice should never have got mixed up with a ponce like that husband of hers in the first place. Reckoned she should have stayed where her roots were instead of getting them big ideas.”

“Well she obviously did stay with her roots with that Graham,” said Roy. “And that didn’t do her much good did it!”

“What do you mean?” said Joann.

“Well, if they’ve both been arrested it was obviously something they planned together. And he did go to the same Gun Club as her. In fact it was her who introduced him to it,” said Roy.

“Maybe they’d been sweet on each other all these years,” said Lillian, with a toss of her head. “Kept it pretty quiet though. Obviously wanted rid of the old husband.” Lillian gave a snort as she spoke.

“Clearly they hadn’t reckoned on you having gun records Roy,” said Joann.

“Wonder how they knew he was going to be near the reservoir and what time he was going to be there?” said Anna.

“Well didn’t he have a card from some Dating Agency in his pocket?’ Joann said.

“Yes, maybe Alice found it and some note about a time and meeting place,” said Joann.

“But what happened to the girl he was meeting?” asked Anna.

“Maybe it was a set up,” said Joann. “Maybe Alice set it up herself without him realising.”

“Oh my God,” said Lillian. “Of course. Text book stuff!”

NONSENSE STORY (I should never have found that site about Nonsense Poetry and Stories!)

Once upon a time there was a woberwilly. He had lots of hands and a nodelnose. Near to where he lived was a slooshy slollop. In the slooshy slollop were fisliodes all siddling around. They made great whooshing sounds as they siddled all day long. They were very beautiful.

One day the wiberwolly went to the slooshy slollop and saw all the beautuful fisliodes. He was knockesd out. But there was one particular fisliode that was more beautiful than all the rest. He fell in love with it.

One time the beautiful fisliode slooshy slalloped right near to him. He tried calliosing to it. The fisliode said to him that there could be no hope of a relationilode because he had lots of hands and was a woberwilly.

He was marulified. He corrid and corrid all the way home. He knew now that he would have to be alone for the rest of his lifelode.

#FOWC. Fantasy. Everest.

FOWC with Fandango — Fantasy

It was FANTASY really. Maybe one day I could go and climb Everest.

As a child, I hated climbing hills. Often, on a stifling hot day, I would be climbing the hill out of the village back to the farm, carrying the shopping, and have to sit down on the wooden seat half way up the hill. My feet would be burning, and I would be covered in perspiration. I would feel as if I would never be able to go any further. No, climbing hills was not for me.

So, it was as much of a surprise to me as it was to everybody else that later in life I took to climbing hills. Big ones!

I have no idea at all what it was that drew me into this painful and exhausting pastime. But something did. And, having completed a climb of the 3,209 feet of Scafell Pike, I was ready for anything.

And so, I prepared, in my mind, to climb Everest. I studied and researched on how to do it. In my mind, I already had the gear, and, despite never having flown and being terrified of flying, there I was, at Base Camp. None of the horror stories where people had died, had put me off. And none of the difficulties that I would encounter would phase me out. No, I was going to be one of the ones who did it!

I must admit that I even surprised myself. Was this really me, planning this?

Well, it only ever took place inside my head, though I did climb many more hills and mountains after my trek up Scafell Pike. And if I am honest, I still fantasise about it, just as I fantasise being able to walk at all ever again.

But it doesn’t hurt to fantasise. Who knows – maybe one day it might just come true!



On the grass that’s filled with goobies
Fulchaes nestling in its blades
Lies my trusty snobalob
Waiting for my hand to garble
All day long it wists and wadles
Singing songs of longibotes
Flying round the bootlelegs
Hissing with their sholvikins
Sun shines down and maubles shrivel
Phew it is too hotikins
Still sits there my snobalob
Holding on until I voodle


A mouse jumps up high in the sky
A camel walks right up my street
An elephant eats red cherry pie

A dog purrs and tickles my thigh
A horse climbs up on my feet
A mouse jumps up high in the sky

A flea asks us the question why
A crocodile jumps and gives me a treat
An elephant eats red cherry pie

A dinosaur squeaks and tells me a lie
A little lamb roars and a wolf starts to bleat
A mouse jumps up high in the sky

A zebra with stripes lies down in the rye
A bird perches and neighs on a stalk of wheat
An elephant eats red cherry pie

A parrot coos and then starts to cry
A polar bear melts in the summer heat
A mouse jumps up high in the sky
An elephant eats red cherry pie

I’ll get me coat!


She sat and looked at the shiny sea
Out on the road so grey
The oaks that scoffed at the willow trees
The birds with bows in their hands
The sky was kissing the sun that day
And the moon was all in a dazzle
Till the rain cane down and the gnomes ran away
And the cats made love to the rabble
Oh what a strange sight it was on the road
When the shiny sea came to stay


FUNNY GAME – Please do if you want to

Isolation Practice Game #1
Everyone has six names…this made me laugh so I’m doing it! 🤣🤣🤣
🔹Your real name:
Lorraine Lewis
🔹Your soap opera name:(middle name and street you live in)
Kathleen Mendip
🔹Your StarTrek name:(first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of middle, last 2 of first)
🔹Superhero name:(color of your shirt and item to your right)


🔹Goth name:(black and name of one of your pets)
– Black Hope
🔹Rapper name (Lil’ + last thing you ate):
– Lil’ Sausage


The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament
Such grief I knew, my heart was torn
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And as I cried I was forlorn
In agony my garments rent
The mourning dove cried out one morn
And I cried too in loud lament


I looked round today and
all I saw was ash,
The ash of my life, spent,
The flame gone out, dead dreams on the ground in rubble.

The scene was bleak, my eyes
Beheld no beauty,
All was ugly, spent now,
I stood there stripped, knowing I could not pick up ash.

Dreams disintegrated,
Hope gone for ever,
Nothing to re-ignite,
Barrenness was my empty companion today.

But suddenly I heard
A voice, saying “Sing,”
What song could I sing now,
Here in this strangest of strange lands, alien now?

The voice insisted, “Sing”
I opened my mouth,
But no sound would come out,
“ Tell me how to sing,”
“Caged birds can sing, but you don’t have a cage, just sing.”

I looked around again,
I couldn’t see ash,
I saw the makings of
A new world, building bricks,
Beauty from ashes, I opened my mouth and sang.



It was Susie’s Wedding ANNIVERSARY, and she was feeling very BITTER. She picked up the little lemon BOOTEE in her hand and fondled it tenderly. Oh how she needed a BREAK. She had always been a very CARING person, even to Jim who was far from good to her. Often, he had pinned her in a CORNER and been about to hit her. She could not understand his behaviour. She herself had always treated people with great COURTESY, but he did not even seem to know what the word meant.

She looked out at the morning, it was very CRISP and cold, with frost on the grass and the driveway. She was meant to be awaiting a DELIVERY. Some plants for the garden. Special ones that she knew he would love.

Things had been so bad at one time that she had thought of getting a DIVORCE. Many were the times she had had to DUCK as he flung his FIST at her. There certainly did not seem to be much LOVE left in the marriage. She sat, remembering the MOONLESS night on which they had first met. It was so quiet you could have heard a MOUSE squeak,.

She wished that she had a MUM. But her mother had never been any kind of mother to her at all. She looked at the paint PALETTE in the corner of the room. She had tried to take up painting as a distraction from her dreadful life. Even her job was not very satisfying, and she got little PAY for it.

Everything was QUIET on this, their Anniversary. Even the birds did not seem to be singing. There was one lone dog mooching around round the corner.

It was TIME.


Hi all.  A sudden breakthrough.

THE FREEZER has started working!

Hubby had not pushed the plug into the socket properly.

Got to work the cable problem out now.  But it is fixed firmly to the window sill.  Not trailing or anything. I am thinking about if that is ok or not in this emergency,  It is completely  hidden by a wheelchair so the  dog has no way of getting to it.  Wish we could push it into  another room.  Not allowed under lockdown to have someone in the house to do it.


The help that I posted about earlier did not materialise  so far.

Plus other horrible things have happened,

The only way to go is just wtrute.  I am hoping U can still just do that.  Writing murder mysteries helps me, but my mind is having problems concentrating on them.

watch this soace though.



The world is in motion
Nothing still
As the Dance goes on
Forming patterns like the crystals of a snowflake
Painting pictures
Creating stories
Is there really a time for everything
Or is everything in its time?
And is there a difference?
Soon, time will be no more
The Dance will end
As eternity calls
The picture will be complete
But how will the story end?
As eternity calls
A new book will be opened
A book called “The Book of Life”
And in this book
A day will be like a thousand years
And a thousand years like a day
And here, there will be no endings
Or even beginnings
For time will be no more
In a life that is eternal


‎Megan Vitello‎ to North Lincolnshire Covid-19 Community Aid
26 mins ·
Remember guys and girls, on the 26th March (thursday) at 8pm can you all either stand on doorsteps or open a window and clap and cheer as loudly as you can for all the frontline workers – nhs staff, carers, food and medicine delivery drivers, shop workers and anyone else on the frontline, risking their own lives to makes yours better. Let’s try and get this around the country.
Copy and paste 👏👏🎉🎉❤️❤️
Not sure if anyone has seen the above, I have just seen it on my Facebook now!


Wahey!   After trying and trying to get food, we have found a butcher who will deliver meat to our home. We have to order over £25 worth though, plus get our old freezer going.

We have a furry thing in the kitchen though who loves to jump up on everything, and we haven’t a plug point in the kitchen near to where we can put the freezer so a lead will be dragging along the wall.  This means that furry Madam will be able to jump on it!!!  Thank God she won’t be able to open the freezer door!  We HOPE!  She opens the kitchen cupboard doors.  Little monkey   lol

Nosy Questions from Judy Dyksta Brown’s Blog

Nosy Questions #2

1. Tell us how you met your partner. Please be specific in telling your tale.
2. What is your most romantic experience, again with details?
3. What is the most extravagant purchase you’ve ever made, and why did you buy it?
4. What is your favorite swear word or expression, and when are you most likely to use it?
5. What is your favorite kind of pie? With or without ice cream?
6. While we’re on the subject, what is your favorite ice cream, and where did you last eat it?
7. Who is your most unique friend and why? (May be someone from the past.)
8. What is your most irritating habit?
9. Who was your favorite teacher and why?
10. Do you like being alone and if so, what would you probably be doing?
11. What is the most outlandish thing you’ve ever done?
12. What superstition do you always follow?
13. What famous person or animal have you met? Tell us about the meeting.

Tell us how you met your partner. Please be specific in telling your tale.

I met my partner whilst I was at Teacher Training College in Bradford, England. He was at the University there. He was my best friend’s boyfriend but she got fed up with him and I liked him so she gave him to me for Christmas. 😀

What is your most romantic experience again with details.

Well I haven’t had that many so a bit hard to recall but I guess the one that does stand out in my mind is the Halls Ball. By that I mean his Halls at the University. I had a long dress made specufically for it, in a kind of glittery turquoise colour. He presented me with a fresh orchid to pin to it.

What Is the most extravagant purchase you ever made and why did you buy it?

My car. Brand new. Nothing posh, but it was all mine. My territory. Colour black. A Volkswagon. I just wanted to be able to drive around in style all on my own lol. Even though it wasnonly a Polo lol. It felt real good at the time.

What is your favourite swear word and when are you likely to use it?

Fuck. It has a ring like no other word. Use it much of the time now, as feeling in need of relief with this horrid virus going round, putting us all in lockdown.

What is your favourite kind of pie?

Cherry pie.

While we’re on the subject what is your favourite ice cream and where did you last eat it?

Not keen on ice cream but we have a great ice cream parkour in a village near to us that sells over 60 Flavours. It is usually packed.

Who is your most unique friend and why (may be someone from the past)

My most unique friend was J. She was literally nuts. Mad as a hatter. Threw television sets out of windows lol. From a great height. But had a heart of gold.

What is your most irritating habit?

Don’t know. You’d have to ask my husband. Talking whilst he’s driving maybe.

Who was your favourite teacher and why?

My old music teacher at Grammar School. We called him Mr. Bent Legs. His name was really Mr. Bentley. I was his only pupil for A levels at school and we used to have the lesson in a very small room usually used for chemistry lol. I fancied him like anything. He had eight kids and I used to wonder why. I guessed he liked sex lol. I had a real crush on him. One day it all ended because he wanted me to play an oboe and he got me one to learn on and the flippin’ reed kept breaking on it and I just couldn’t get the hang of it. I ended up slamming the door loudly and forcefully on him and that was the end of that lol. He gave the damned oboe to someone else to learn.

Do you like being alone and if so what would you probably be doing?

I love being alone. I would normally be meditating and writing poetry.

What is the most outlandish thing you’ve ever done?

It was when I was a student at Teacher Training College and it was Rag Week for the University. Me and my boyfriend and a few others made a HUGE banner. It said “Shoes” on it, and we put it over the name of the shop called “Boots”. Lol

What superstition do you always follow?

Not walking under ladders!

What famous person or animal have you ever met?

Freddie Starr, the comedian. At Buxton Opera House abd I met him after the show and gave him a kiss and a big bear hug.


At this moment two policemen walked into the café, making a beeline for Graham and Lillian. Lillian became very animated as she recognised one of the policemen who had interviewed her.

“Have you come to interview me again,” she asked, excitedly.

“I am afraid not,” said the policeman. “We’re here for something totally different.”

Turning to Graham, he said,” Graham Taylor, I am arresting you in connection with the murder of an unidentified male at the reservoir on the road out of Charley Dale.”

As they turned to lead him away, after cautioning him, Lillian’s mouth dropped wide open. Stunned, she sat at the table for a few moments. Suddenly, Anna appeared. Lillian gesticulated wildly at Anna. Anna hurried to the table.

“What on earth is it?” she asked.

For once, Lillian was almost lost for words.

“It’s….it’s Graham,” she stuttered. “He’s been arrested in connection with the murder of that man. Here we were, just quietly drinking coffee, and having a very interesting conversation when they appeared. Large as life. Real live policemen. Phew!”

“Oh my God,” said Anna. “I’d never have thought it. Why on earth did he do it?”

“Well now there lies a tale,” said Lillian. “Could have been one of two reasons, but I’m saying nothing until we know more.”

“Well I can’t say I was very enamoured with him when he said they used to call our road Filth View,” said Anna. “And I would never trust a man who says he can levitate.”

“He’s going to have to do more than levitate to get out of this. And his gaudy robes are not going to help him now,” said Lillian.

“Gives me the shivers,” said Anna. “He wanted to take me out with him one day to see some ancient shrine or other. I wouldn’t have gone. It all seemed a bit odd but I’d never have thought this of him.”

“We’d better watch it though,” said Lillian. “We can’t go assuming things until they are proven. They might find out it wasn’t him in the end.”

“That’s true,” said Anna.

“Mind you, they do say there’s no smoke without fire don’t they,” said Lillian. “The police still might want to talk to me. I’ve known him a lot of years. And there’s that wife of his. Bit of a mystery there. She used to be such a lively pretty young thing. Then she married him, and started to become more and more subdued and quiet. Then seemingly she took to her bed, and Graham said he was looking after her. She’s not been seen in public for a few years.”

“Sounds as if you could tell them a thing or two,” said Anna.

“Yes,” said Lillian. “I might ring them up and offer to help them with their inquiries.”


As if you know
When never have you walked
In the shoes of another one
Is cheap
In cost
Despair comes to the one judged as they
Try to meet your standards
Which never could
They reach

Human understanding
Like a cold ice block in the face
To live
Cutting off from the world out there
Giving up the fight screams
Rising anguished
You won


It was a day once
But now it’s not
How many days have gone
Into the graveyard of time?
Take me to that graveyard
So I can mourn them
Bury other days with them
Cover them over with the cold damp earth
Hear their silence


At the end of the lane she rode on by
The sun was shining high in the sky
Her ghostly figure drew me on
I could not get close, the lane was long
I did not ask the question why

She disappeared I tell no lie
In sadness I let out a sigh
What was it that was oh so wrong
At the end of the lane

It felt so eerie I thought I’d die
In that moment I let out a cry
I smelled just then a scent so strong
Then vultures in the air did throng
I knew I had to say goodbye
At the end of the lane


“You were a bit touchy yesterday,” sniffed Lillian to Graham.

“Was I?” said Graham.

The two of them had come across each other in Morrisons café.

“Anyway, what are you doing in here,” inquired Lillian. “You don’t usually frequent this place.

“I was just doing a bit of shopping,” said Graham. “And I wanted a bit of a break. Didn’t fancy going back to the wife just yet.”

“I never see her around,” said Lillian. “What have you done with her? Shot her and buried her body in the garden?”

Graham started a bit. “She’s alright,” said Graham. “Doctor’s given her some new tablets. They really seem to have perked her up. I reckon I won’t be able to hold her back soon.”

“Ha,” exploded Lillian, throwing her head back. “There’s no knowing what she might do. And about time too.”

Graham gave Lillian a look of disapproval. “Well you and your liberal ways are not exactly mine,” said Graham.

“Whatever,” said Lillian, nonchalantly, looking down and shuffling her booted toes on the floor.

“You still going to that weird church where you levitate?” inquired Lillian.

“What do you mean, queer church!” snorted Graham.

“Well, people don’t usually levitate,” said Lillian. “I reckon it was just a trick of the camera, and you love a bit of drama.”

“True. But what do you expect with a wife like mine,” said Graham. “Life’s boring enough.”

“I reckon it’s going to change soon,” said Lillian. “What happened about that Gun Club you started going to? Wasn’t it the one where Alice goes?”

“Indeed it was,” said Graham. “And a fine woman she is too. That stupid husband of hers doesn’t appreciate her, poncing around like he does. I reckon he thought of himself as some kind of film star when they shot those scenes inside his house. Gave him big ideas.”

“Yes well I don’t think Joan was very happy when Alice went all hoity toity and forgot her roots.”

“Her roots look alright to me,” said Graham. “Never anything showing.”

“Hmmm,” said Lillian. “I reckon you’re besotted.”

“Well I don’t deny that I like her a lot,” said Graham. “It’s not a crime.”

“No, but murder is,” said Lillian.

Graham looked down and changed the subject.

“There’s a good show coming to the theatre next month. Are you going?”

“Probably,” said Lillian. “I like to keep my hand in. Gets my imagination going.”


The flame dies,
The candle goes out,
Everything has its season,
Things and people come and go,
Without any reason,
We search in vain for something that lasts,
We feel our grief and loss,
As the darkness enfolds us
We open our hearts
And find there is a lasting light,
Taking us into the future


i have just come across a Facebook group for my local area where people are clubbing together to help each other.  Some will do a but of shopping for you.  One person even made up some meals for somebidy abd tookbthem for them.   And someone’s cooker  packed in and she desperately needed it because she had kids and loads of people offered her a  they did not need. Some cooker repair man also offered to help her. People were willing to give  her tabletop cookers for free. This is an amazing group that I have found and I don’t know whether all these people know each other or not but I feel that if we desperately need the help they mught help us.   Everyone is telling everyone as many of the much smaller shops where they still have bread for sale and milk and they are saying how kind the owners of the shops are and how helpful they are. One is just up the road from me but sadly we cannot going because we are having to isolate  completely. But hopefully if we get desperate we could ask someone to go for us and drop the food off on the doorstep, and us leave the money on the door for them in an envelope.




Digging deep tonight to try and find uplifting things.  So this is a Repost of one that Imlove.  Imagine the song of the nightingale.  We still have that.


In my dark night
I listen for the sounds
That once I used to know and love
I wait
And then I hear the nightingale
Singing in the darkness
I too can sing
With him



I just received this from Oxford Unuversity where I used to be.  it is on Facebook also.  They are about to test it on chimanzees.  Let’s hope and pray.

“A team in Oxford led by Prof. Sarah Gilbert, Prof. Andrew Pollard, Prof. Teresa Lambe, Dr Sandy Douglas and Prof. Adrian Hill started work designing a vaccine on Saturday 10th January 2020. The current status is that they have identified a vaccine candidate and are working towards the first clinical testing phase.”


Is anybody there?

I am a rational person. I have to have everything in a logical order. I logic everything out, or try to. It is how I am made. I am not very good at faith.

I was not brought up religious. But i did kind of find some “faith” aus a teenager. I had problems though. I had to test it. My rational, logical brain could not contain it all. I studued. Researched. Did Theology. Got Theology degrees. All part of my search. Made more questions.

I do not find faith or religion easy. I am naturally a fearful person, having been brought up in an unstable, insecure home of fear. But now, regaling my ears I find the words of those who do believe battering my ears. Prophets of doom.

Yes, I am afraid. I need a hand to hold. But that is what we must NOT do, because of this virus.

What is the truth? Humankind seems to be destroying itself anyway. Now, we have blocked drains and sewers everywhere because people haven’t been able to find toilet paper, so have used kitchen towel paper hankies, even torn up T- shirts to clean themselves with.

I read this morning that in our country 300 detainees have been released by the government in an unprecedented move. Everything is going mad.

I am afraid. We all are if we are honest.

I have tried to complete my Murder Mystery that I was writing and posting in parts. But my mind can’t relax enough to work on it.

Is there anybody there?



In the garden a tree of light
Hiding wonders from our sight
Goldfinch robins shelter there
Singing loud without a care
At the ending of the night

Unaware of humans’ plight
Or a tiny virus’s might
In amongst those branches’ fair
In the garden

Soon there will be blossom white
Little birds will take their flight
Flying off we know not where
Then in awe we’ll stand and stare
Forgetting then disease’s blight
In the garden


#FOWC. Pass. Another Mountain

It seems so long ago now. The world has changed and we have changed too. Then, there were lots of tomorrows left, but now, there are probably few.

I do not know what drew me to that place. Some mysterious force. But once drawn, it became mine. Mine for all time. Each year it called us many times. Each year we answered that call.

There was challenge and there was danger. Oh yes, there was danger. And in a way that made it all the better.

We stood, one day, looking at the mountain PASS, with cars struggling to get up it. The road was narrow and steep. Hairpin bends made progress dangerous and difficult. But there was determination. There had to be.

We will never see that Pass again now. And now, it will be quiet. Few cars making their way up it.

Now, we are climbing a different mountain. A different Pass marks the way through. Complete with difficulties and hairpin bends where we do not know what is around the corner. We travel almost blindly. With only our hearts to guide us.

May God, if indeed there is one, be with us all.