Writing again after so many months. So, lots of things had happened. From having a job to unemployed. From having a good friend to lost that person. And along with that journey, what makes me sad is, somehow I lost myself.

Share because sharing is fun! August 11, 2015. My hosta have turned into cannibals and swallowed up the tulip bulbs. The clematis on one side of my shed door blooms every year while the one on the other side withers and dies.

Photography, fiction, opinions and reviews, and whatever else I feel like posting. This gallery contains 5 photos. This gallery contains 6 photos.

Middot; by Jackie Dinnis. Today I began a distance learning course in genealogy. I completed a foundation degree at the University of Sussex. Summer Holidays in the 1920s. Middot; by Jackie Dinnis.

So who am I to have an About Page? OR How I Wrote My First Blog Post. Who, What, When, Where, How and Why. I have a lot of trouble with pictures. Probably because I have not taken the time to search into the instructions; I just sort of wing-it, then when I have had enough blundering through I check the How-To and discover some little detail for the first time. Here I am going to insert a photo.

Never cease to explore and tell! There is no poem, no picture or painting that can do it justice. My son, the Karate Kid, and I were fortunate enough to spend a day in this vibrant, historic and fantastic city last fall. We could definitely use more time there, but circumstance said otherwise. So we made the most of the time we had. Harbor and other parts of the city. Each other at the same time.

is a God of creation and compassion. Creating and being compassionate are two activities that we as His spirit children can and should emulate. During April 2015 I will be blogging about My Family Tree from A to Z .

This is a fantastic and insightful post. Originally posted on Twisted Top in Flip Flops. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Home is memories of all the tim.

NCS or that time someone left me in charge of a lot of kids. Fifteen to seventeen year old teenagers to be exact. That awkward mid-way point between not quite entering adulthood, and being almost too cool to listen to what you have to say. While it sounds like a government ordered, mass conscription of young people throughout the UK.

I lived in a place I felt was over-saturated. A beautiful place with some wild spaces and many wonderful people, but not enough of one and too many of the other for me to feel like I could spin around in circles on a beach alone. Off I wandered, and I came upon a bigger, wilder, more beautiful place. A remote place with so much space for birds and beasts, and the huge array of not-so-tiny bugs.