“Why do we hoard, and leave clutter untouched, When all that we need just isn’t that much.” The decluttering process inspired a poem about getting rid of your stuff, and starting a new journey. Includes a Pinnable image.
My master was an ardent atheist, if he had died in England he would have been laid to rest in a woodland burial site. This wasn't an option in Bodrum so the graveyard nearest to our village house was his chosen spot. A shady corner plot under a pine tree. When it came to choosing […]
Hüseyin Karasu and me, outside Mozaik BahçeA misleading title; it was lunch and I didn't get any. Last week my permanent house guest and walker was invited to lunch. Usually in these circumstances, she takes me for a long walk from 11 to 12 and then leaves me with some tasteful music, a full water bowl, […]
As you may have noticed, when times are troubled, my two legged companion struggles to find a suitable subject for her blog; not wanting to get immersed in politics, but feeling that a frivolous topic would appear crass. So she has again handed the pink pencil over to me. Since the last time I was […]