Here’s a little poem I read in A.N. Wilson’s Biography of C.S. Lewis, that was written by Clive’s father Albert Lewis. Wilson calls Jack’s protrayal of his father in Surprised by Joy ‘devastatingly cruel’ and there is evidence that Albert was not quite such the buffoon that Jack writes him as. There is much that
First Billy Buttons and a Hoary Sunray in the native garden bed. #forthebirdsandthebees A photo posted by Alison Payne (@thisfoggyday) on Oct 2, 2016 at 7:53pm PDT That is perhaps an overreaching blog post title. But Alistair recently shared this article from The Conversation on the therapeutic benefits of gardening, which I found fascinating – health, achievement,
This is a long post about domestic pets. I started it last week, realised it was too long and ran out of time, so it sat. I had meant to come back and finish and edit it to write it more nicely. That became a reminder that it takes a long time to compose posts nicely.
My back step in spring time. A photo posted by Alison Payne (@thisfoggyday) on Oct 31, 2015 at 7:45pm PDT I recently read Death by Living, by ND Wilson, again on the bus. There is in it a little section about the yearning felt by Solomon, which is a curious spin on my fascination with
This, friends, is a tapestry – a rather large tapestry in fact – hanging on my wall, that I both like and am embarrassed about. I bought it from a Salvation Army shop when I was driving through Nowra on my last holiday, because I saw it on the wall and liked it. Since then