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Saudade*

November 27, 2022 by David Horton, posted in History, literature

*Portuguese word that roughly translated means “the presence of the absence.”

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Tracks of my tears

October 28, 2022October 28, 2022 by David Horton, posted in gardens
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Writing a ballad

October 8, 2022 by David Horton, posted in literature
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Dog in clover

September 22, 2022 by David Horton, posted in gardens
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Like a duck to water

August 10, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology
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Me and my shadow

July 14, 2022 by David Horton, posted in gardens
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Best friends from 1945 to 2022

May 6, 2022May 6, 2022 by David Horton, posted in gardens, History, poetry

Sandy

Pupsy

Kimmy

Millie

Ziggy

Jessie

Buffy

Lena

Beau

Oscar

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Morning has broken

April 16, 2022 by David Horton, posted in ecology, gardens, poetry

Few things more pleasant,

in old age or young,

than sitting on a hill,

on a clear, almost frosty

morning, mist filling the

valleys, and listening

to a butcher bird

song notes

cascading through

the silent air,

while your dog sits,

quietly, beside you.

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

A few of the themes

Consequences

Two cultures

Repeating patterns

Nature and nurture

Catcher in the Rye

Doorways

Prophet not without honour

Blood

Deaf

Smell

Building reserves in good times

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