I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer. We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister. The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues. We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you. You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

Blog de philosophie imprévisible, dir. Based on the profitability of the imaginary, hypercapitalism is a mode of destruction. Why do we support all these layoffs? El sentimiento de inexistencia. Es la existencia un camino al borde del infinito? La era de los cronófagos.

Cycling, Photography and Life in the Twin Cities. Sunday, April 05, 2015. I think most cyclists who spend much time out in the world have the experience of getting yelled at by passing cars from time to time. As he accelerated past, showing his aggravation. Late last season I got a Fly6. And remember to stop at all those green lights! This has been a lo.

The Birds and the Bees. A Little Bit of Magic. Antiques and Very Pretty Things. In This Day and Age. How I became a Weed Queen with a Wild Garden. How I became a Weed Queen with a Wild Garden. I would find it very satisf.

Keeping up with a blog while living off grid has proven a touch tricky! An entire paragraph about the weather must mean that I am truly becoming a local.

Not having a substantial meal before we set off was a big mistake, and by Edmonton we were starving. We stopped by a Tesco to have a couple of sandwiches each. Obligatory bike photos were taken.

At loss for words in summer. A while ago i wrote of how. I was filled with words. But something has happened since then. I no longer want to speak. Instead I want to leave those jumbled words behind. Haphazardly in soft purple ditches. Where rushes whisper by lonely lakes and white bog cotton shyly dips. Her wispy head among rows of darkened turf.