I terribly miss Listography, before it became a site for media tracking. People shared childhood memories, dream homes, future baby names, generational wisdom. It was a lovely little community, now lost to time and irreplaceable.

Old parish ladies are right: Waking up at sunrise, watering the plants, baking a cake, keeping the bird feeders full, and waving to your neighbours from the garden is really what life's all about.

I just learnt that the em-dash and the semicolon have become a sign of AI-generated text? Devastating news for verbose women with personal blogs all over the world. That's our whole thing.

I recently started making little trinkets with air-dry clay. It's much easier than it looks, and it's quite relaxing. Highly recommend it to anyone who might be looking for a hobby.

This is your reminder that being extraordinarily kind in a world that thrives on hatred is one of the most radical things you can do. Practice your gentleness as a form of resistance.

To anyone who reads this, I wish you a Happy New Year! I hope your festivities are warm and peaceful, however you celebrate them, and I hope the year ahead may offer you many gentle and joyful surprises.

There's going to be a performance of The Nutcracker at my local theatre this Christmas, and the tickets go on sale this weekend. I am preparing to spend the afternoon refreshing that website as if I am heading into war.

"April, come she will, when streams are ripe and swelled with rain. May, she will stay, resting in my arms again... June, she'll change her tune, in restless walks she'll prowl the night. July, she will fly, and give no warning to her flight". ‍ ‍ ‍⋆˚✿˖°

I make an effort to not dwell in fairytales, but falling asleep with the tu-whit tu-whoo of an owl outside the window makes me feel like a storybook girl who is resting after an adventure.

To all who celebrate, have a Merry Christmas! Tonight, I hope you are eating delicious food, enjoying the company of your beloved ones, and having a heart filled with joyousness.

Ah... The cat visitor has come and gone. I guess he just needed a place to take a nap and a garden tomato to steal a bite of. I can't even be angry. That is quite understandable.

I opened the windows in the morning to find a strange cat sitting in the garden. Where did it come from? And, most importantly, does that mean it is my cat now?

My little rose cactus blossomed five new flowers at once — and I can already see three other little buds coming along. I'm feeling like a very proud plant mum! ✿˖ °

A ladybird beetle landed on the back of my hand while I was standing by the window. Although I am not a superstitious person, I am choosing to interpret this as an omen of incoming blessings.