I don't know at what point the intercourse and whispers of confession talked the pillow down and turned it easily and conveniently into the sacrament of reconciliation with its push and pull higher than the tides of Fundy but there it is and so I am like the guest at Joyce's dinner party in The Dead who reports the regret of a woman in "Broken Vows" whose man promised her and said a lie to her and who had taken east and west from her and taken what is before her and behind her when her mother told her not to be talking with him too late and though late like all regrets this lament was fresh in spite of being added by Huston to Joyce who never had it in Dubliners and even when Huston added it it was hardly new having been Englished from then hundred year old Irish by Lady Augusta Gregory who counted Yeats her man and bore him in mind when she rendered "Donal Og" to protest his love the way a...

Hydrangeas are a special treat of late Summer they are just starting now some sharing the blush cream colour of bridal roses others going red others still trending blue based on what's there in the soil for them to use in their effort to attact the bees and show themselves worthy of the place God gave them to give us joy as we toil to make ourselves shine and honour the light within us as we take satisfaction in the bounty of blooms the hydrangea shares unselfishly unpretentiously for the sole prupose of putting her own foot forward in that turtle slow race on uneven ground in stiff humidity in wilting heat that marks for parents the story of their children's source and origin as the sons and daughter's of life's longing for itself and the consolations for pain and those subtle sufferings that cannot sociablly be shared without fishing for sympathy or asking for consideration not a douceur or any sort of b...