In the last few days (under quarantine) I have learned something about myself…and about my daughter. (Actually, I am sure we are all learning a lot about… Read more “Processing Quarantine”
It’s A Hard Knock Life For Us
Whoa, we are just plowing from one disaster to the next. Although Washington State isn’t on lockdown yet, I see us inching our way there. The likelihood… Read more “It’s A Hard Knock Life For Us”
Deathwalker
Wow, I know it’s been a while. (Interesting title, right?) I bring tidings and good cheer for the New Year. By the way, this site is about… Read more “Deathwalker”
Haiku Sunday (161)
Unfingering life, On the wing of his last breath Began life anew.
Haiku Sunday (161)
Fall’s frosted fingers, Etch lace into the windows Of my tiny house.
Haiku Sunday (160)
Thanksgiving Gathered together So thankful for the bounty, Generously shared. Happy Thanksgiving!
Working From Home
Working from home has always been a dream of mine and I have the good fortune to be able to work from home over the last couple… Read more “Working From Home”
Haiku Sunday (159)
November The composting leaves, The rich, damp earth and decay, Fade into Winter.
Haiku Sunday (158)
Waffles, golden brown, Pockets for maple syrup And melting butter.
Cannatravel
California, Hollywood. Opening its doors in 2017, the Hicksville Pines Bud & Breakfast is pretty incredible. It’s the first of its kind in California and because it’s a 21+… Read more “Cannatravel”
Haiku Sunday (156 & 157)
Hallowe’en Black cats, pointed hats… Creepy creatures of the night, Oh my! What a fright! Halloween Tic tock, round the block, Masked faces and sticky fingers, Squeals… Read more “Haiku Sunday (156 & 157)”
Haiku Sunday (155)
…guest written by my daughter Escape city life. Grow, harvest, mine, fish and more- In Stardew Valley.
Future Focus
Over the past several weeks, I have been thinking about this blog. I am guilty of being caught up in the blogging frenzy that has become so… Read more “Future Focus”
Haiku Sunday (154)
The twisting vines of Pumpkins, frost kissed ripe, Patches on The very last of green.
Haiku Sunday (153)
Bookplates and bindings, Aging paper bleeding ink, Ghosts of days gone by.
Haiku Sunday (152)
The meaning of life, Dear isn’t 42. It’s you, The dog, hearth, and home.
Haiku Sunday (151)
Petals peeling off Pistils. Their fall swan song. Returning to earth.
Avian Art Takes Flight
Published in Whidbey Life Magazine– 2019 Spring/Summer Edition When Pam Kueny Taylor goes to work, something magical happens. Bespectacled vintage blackbirds perch high upon steampunk top hats,… Read more “Avian Art Takes Flight”
Instant Pot Vegan Broccoli Cheese Soup
This creamy broccoli cheese soup is a throw back to the classic broccoli cheese flavor we grew up with. This is the perfect fall comfort food! INGREDIENTS… Read more “Instant Pot Vegan Broccoli Cheese Soup”
Haiku Sunday (150)
The last of summerFruit clinging to the thick vine.Red ripe for plucking.
Haiku Sunday (149)
Winding my way throughAutumn’s fiery palette,Frost nipping my heels.
Fernweh
Fernweh (far-sickness) is the equivalent of ‘wanderlust’.
