July 30, 2015

Cold

Does anyone remember a colder midwinter than this one? After our two-week July sojourn north to the sun the weather gods saw fit to crank up the chill factor. I ventured out for my early morning constitutional in the wetlands…

Once we connected

The hunter lies breathlessly poised, stone-tipped spear an extension of his hand, body coated in the ripe dung of his prey, the roe deer. The rich carpet of the boreal northern forest rustles. The hunter’s stomach lurches and grumbles. The…

On commerce and happiness

Blue sky: is anything more beautiful? Maybe pouring rain after a drought, then that sweet, wet, earthy perfume from life-giving water greening the grass and coaxing the flowers to bloom. Or sunset over the Southern Ocean? Golden orb caresses horizon,…

Getting Away From It All

How often have you yearned to get away from it all? Eschew the concrete jungle? Breeze away from the Big Smoke? Life’s many modern ironies include “glamping”. Cashed-up metrosexual couples adjourn bush-ward in their SUVs, swipe the plastic and check…

Be a market epicure

Before the golden summer when Lilit became my wife, I was, as Henry Higgins observed in Shaw’s Pygmalion: “a confirmed old bachelor and likely to remain so.” Over the years I gradually acknowledged the concept of “housework” and – when…

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