I am starting a new website. It is called:
I wanted to start a web magazine that women of all ages will find interesting. That was full of creative art, writing, viewpoints, cool stuff for the home, clothes, boots and bags and laughs.
If I have faltered on the regular posts for this site, it is because I started putting my energy into lollydoodle. I am so excited.
I guess I grew sick and tired of magazines for women over 40 talking about recipes, practical jackets for work and illnesses.
I like my magazines big, glossy and fun. So join me at
It starts tomorrow, December 15. That’s my birthday. I figured that was a good place to start.
This time, Aaron joined me.
The field behind is hidden behind a curtain of snow.
I thought it was a bird’s nest.
Turns out it was a football.
It was a mild weekend. Everyone was putting up lights, decorations.
I love these bows on a neighbour’s fence. Makes the house look like a big present.
There are these bushes by the sidewalk.
The leaves still cling onto the branches which hover over the sidewalk slightly.
So when I walk under the branches, and the wind is rustling the leaves -
- it sounds like hundreds of tiny silvery claps. What sequins would sound like if they made music.
See this as I walk.
Wonder if someone decided right there: I quit.
Found a lighter a few feet further on. I threw it out.
Smiled a lot this walk. I haven’t found much of what Rob Ford has said or done funny. Until today. Sure, he should step down but that aside, the comment about him having enough to eat at home: Incredible.
I walk each day. Short walks but they count. My sorry butt sits at that desk too long.
I like the weather. Refreshing. Walks in the summer were hot, hard to breath.
I take my camera with me. Photo a day.
A neighbour’s patriotism. I have thought how nice it might be to fly our flag. But would I have to lower it each evening and raise it again each morning? Don’t have the devotion.
Our flag is pretty. Then I realize as I watch it, that our flag is Christmas colours.