I love my blog. I enjoy writing these small pieces about my views and experiences; about people and history; about the writing process and work in progress from the writer’s point of view.
Lots of fragments here – a Gaudi Wall of a blog, perhaps?
on the couch reading a book I sense people coming through the
door with the edge if my eye. I feel the ghosts inside me as I go about my daily life mimicking repeated gestures and actions from a thousand years of imprinting.
I planted new plants in my high walled my back, now a sheltered space for drinks around the table and modest barbecues. Not
wanting my plants to dry out I unwind the hose and water my plants. Then I use the hose to swill the
old blue cobblestones, laid there when the house was built in 1870. A perfect example
of functional Victorian design, these bricks are in varying shades of blue and
grey. They are laid in a brick pattern towards a central line which is laid the
other way, making a perfect channel for dirty water to swill down the
In no time the yard is shining clean, clear
of all the compost and the detritus of weeding. My plants are looking perky.
As I wield the hose and the yard brush
I am filled with the ghost of another woman with brawny arms: the queen of the
back regions of the house, who has her own back staircase which she climbs at
night. up two flights to the attics where she lives in her designated space.