When it came to returning the soil to the pit, and covering all the wood, there were worms in almost every shovelful of soil.
Giotto (c. 1267-1367) demonstrated his artistic skill by drawing a perfect circle without the aid of a pair of compasses. Upon learning this story from my sister when much younger, I did idle away some time trying to do the same, and then overlaying a compass-drawn circle on my pathetic efforts. The results convinced me... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 36 After six years of practice, I am no stranger to hacking through an overgrowth of weeds during winter in the Algarve. In fact, doing just that was an integral part of my embarking upon the journey of learning the Portuguese language; a kind of grassroots approach, if you like. Our... Continue Reading →
Sources of Joy - Days 65-67 I spent Friday preparing to begin moving our belongings to the new house on Saturday. New spaces require new configurations, and choosing carefully what goes in each of our seven (!) kists. I am determined that things proceed in an orderly fashion, and if this takes a little longer... Continue Reading →