“Excuse me, Sherlock, but there’s this insistent fellow from a place called ‘WordPress’ who’s been hounding me about a missing ‘blogger’. I don’t understand what he’s talking about, but could you see to him?”
The bloodcurdling shriek echoed through the office, grabbing everyone’s instant attention. What could possibly have triggered such a terrified cry?
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?
May Day, May Day, May Day!
Clematis. A flower, a vine, a celebration of spring and summer that on the face of it seems lovely, and pure, and innocent. Little do you know…
There comes a time in every person’s life that a certain discussion needs to be had, either as the presenter of certain life-affirming facts, or as the recipient. While I suspect most of you gentle readers would consider yourselves well versed in these facts, perhaps today I can shed a new light upon them.
Yes, today we’re going to talk about the birds and the bees.
For much of my adult life, I was a Grinch when it came to Christmas. One day that changed.
Traditionally, a fish story entails an adventure with the teller at one end of a fishing line and a fish at the other, where the fish grows with the telling or some other outlandish factor comes into play. While I have told one of those, this isn’t that sort of story.
I’m not one to reblog much – there’s just too much good stuff out there and it’s too much like picking favorites. But this one from Robert Parker pushed all my buttons: photography, philosophy, dry commentary and humor. I hope you enjoy it too.