day off

A walk with my camera


It’s midnight in my part of the world.  Another weekend gone and another day comes.  I count myself lucky to be able to afford a day off from work.  It’s only for one day, but it is so much better than none at all.

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Spiced Fruit Scones

Cultural Life

October is upon us and with it, the colder air of autumn. It’s a great time of the year to bake things with apples and cinnamon, such as these spiced fruit scones. I made two batches of them this week: they are very moreish!

I adapted the recipe to make the scones without refined sugar and decided to use spelt flour as a change from regular wheat flour. If you don’t have coconut sugar and spelt flour to hand, you can simply use all-purpose flour and brown sugar.

Recipe adapted from p. 39 of The Vegetarian Cookbook (1985) by Doreen Keighley

This quantity of mixture makes 8 scones.


1 lb (3 1/3 cups) wholegrain spelt flour

4 oz (1/2 cup) margarine

4 oz (1/2 cup) sultanas

4 oz (1/2 cup) unrefined coconut sugar

1 dessert apple

2 eggs

4 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp mixed spice

1/2 tsp cinnamon

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Where Clouds Stampede as if Chased by Lions


photograph by Cheryl Merrill photograph by Cheryl Merrill

an excerpt from my forthcoming book:

I look into a face like mine, a face with a mouth, a nose, two ears and two eyes, recognizable as a face.

Her eyes, like mine, are protected by bony sockets and eyelashes and eyelids and tears. Her eyes, like mine, sit high on her skull and light the darkness within.

The face that is like mine looks back at me.

Four-inch eyelashes cast shadows down her cheeks. She blinks and her lashes sweep against her skin like small brooms.

Each of the more than 200 lashes of my eye is shed every 3 to 5 months. Has anyone ever done research on the shed rate of elephant eyelashes?

I could.

I could stand here forever looking into the oak burls of her eyes.

Only one and a half inches in length, her eyes are just a little larger…

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Mamma Rose

Laura Macky Photography

This rose presented itself to me as if in a dream with the baby rosebuds following behind the mamma, so to speak.  They will follow the Mamma rose with proper fertilization and care until they bloom in all their adult glory, only to fade with time only to make new way for other roses.

And so it goes with life……..I can only dream that with every new life comes proper guidance and love so that we can make a better world.

Mamma Rose Mamma Rose

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Daily Prompt: Welcome, Stranger – Wordy comes to my village

Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

Think about the town where you currently live: its local customs, traditions, and hangouts, its slang. What would be the strangest thing about this place for a first-time visitor?

Swiss Cows

Someone at the door.

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss, it’s Sunday afternoon and you asked me to call round. Have you baked a chocolate cake, I am hungry.”

“Hello Wordy. Yes as it’s your day off I thought you might like to go on a sightseeing tour of my village of Feldbrunnen in Switzerland. You work so hard and deserve a reward. Are you ready?”

“Oh, I see. Will we have to walk?”

“Yes Wordy, there is no bus in the village and the local train only takes you to the next town. We live in the country and we have to walk. It is a good job you are wearing your WordPress sneakers and your WordPress t-shirt. They are ideal for a…

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