Xenon’s Way
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
Long weekend. Time out from the City. Camping. Forested mountains, rocky snow-flecked peaks. Hiking paths leading to a rushing crystal …
Exciting day. For both children and parents across the land. First day of school. Sonny-boy is in grade two. I …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
This pretty much sums up weekends these days. I’m the goose trailing, trying to deal with an overpowering urge to …
A time for reflection, a time for rejoicing. What inspiration! You might think I was sitting by the river contemplating …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
‘Huh? Oh.’ ‘What?’ I asked. My wife doesn’t read too many posts, so this modest little reaction warranted further inquiry. …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …