This morning I finished reading the justifiably Pulitzer Prize- (for Non-Fiction, 1963) winning work ‘The Guns of August’ (1962) by Barbara W. Tuchman. With painstaking research, shrewd judgement, and skilful prose, the author analyses and describes the first month of the First World War. We are so accustomed to books and films about the madnessContinue reading “Up The Lane”
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On A Hillside
Today was sunny and warmer than yesterday. Jackie entered the garden for a weeding session. Within seconds Nugget was in attendance, taking time out from his under-gardener role to tweet sweet nothings to Lady, who kept out of sight. “Where’s Nugget?” (63) Ron continued sweeping up underneath his front garden feeder. Jackie also photographed hellebores,Continue reading “On A Hillside”
Repelling All Borders
The sparrows are back in their regular nest made from an ineffective burglar alarm. Mother takes her turn, but it is mainly father who stands guard from various vantage points and, looking this way and that, vociferously repels all boarders. We lunched with Elizabeth and Mum at Woodpeckers. Mum enjoyed an omelette followed by apricotsContinue reading “Repelling All Borders”
