Grateful 52

Some years ago, while on a road trip in the USA, we visited the town of Walnut Grove, the home of Laura Ingalls Wilder, of

I caught sight of myself in the mirror the other day and did a double-take.

It’s 26 degrees at 12 minutes past 5 on the evening of October 14. Tomorrow, my phone tells me, temperatures will plunge reaching a daily

Amazing Grace. I’ve never been a huge fan of this song. But Dan Vasc has changed that. Before we get to Dan, though, what about

“I’m selling up”, he said, “moving back to the UK. It’s time.”

On a walk through the evictions of the late 1800s recently, I found myself in the bog, specifically Moods Bog, in Clongorey. Bogland and the

If I knew I would be stranded on a desert island, there’s just one book I’d bring with me – Awareness – by Anthony de

Occasionally, I plan. Like last weekend. I wanted to sleep in. Just one morning when I didn’t have to get up and do stuff. The

Some time ago, we had the good fortune to be introduced to the folks over at Fehérvári Borbirtok in Somlószőlős. Since then, when we’re in

We buried Boss a month ago today, June 19, three days after he took his last breath – or as my brother might say, sank

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