I never thought I’d be one of those people who obsessed about their roses. Turns out I am. Which means I was wrong about ‘those people’ as they are clearly pretty cool. It’s really because I've never had a garden of my own. And the fact that Corner Cottage’s previous occupants studded the grounds with …
If you’re coming here for words of wisdom – and who could blame you if you are – I have a doozy for you today. And that is that nature moves fast. Now I’ll be the first to concede that this message has been subtly embedded in a lot of the stuff that passes for …
So much of what winds up as what’s currently known as ‘content’ on these pages is couched in terms of obsession and the unintended consequences of fossicking around in rabbit holes. Let’s not take this opportunity to delve into that particular issue, which would just get a bit too meta for a Sunday. Suffice to …
It's been a whole week since the last update -- the longest hiatus since we started our journey together way back in March or April or whenever it was. Not that there's been much of note going on at Corner Cottage: it's more that there's been a lot of very little. But today something very …
Remember that time I waxed all lyrical about whisky? It was one of those posts that just came out fully formed – maybe because the subject was close to my heart and had been the subject of much in-depth thought. But given the need for fiscal discipline in the life of an unemployed freelance writer …
Sometimes you just can’t anticipate how things might turn out. Even when you set out to do something quite ordinary and usual, events can take an unexpected course. The human imagination just can’t take in all the possibilities the universe can throw at you, which means there’s always the potential for a surprise, even if …
Exciting news arrived recently that an old mate has published a book. It’s quite a thrill when someone you know produces writings that impress a publisher sufficiently to pay real cash to gather them into a glossy volume, and to market said volume to the masses in the conviction that it will repay their investment. …
Close blog-watchers will have noted that the posts hereon have dwindled of late. It’s not as if subject matter is thin on the ground, but rather that opportunities to rattle them off seem to be scarce all of a sudden. I’m going to come right out with it and blame Archie – that little mutt …
When I wrote about spring, with the sap rising and the birds, bees and bugs pursuing procreation with the singlemindedness of teenage boys’ quest to cast off their virginity, I wasn’t wrong. But I’m happy to concede that it wasn’t the whole picture. Or maybe it was at the time, but things have moved on …
When I was a kid, we didn’t have Halloween. That is, the church probably had All Hallows’ E’en, which as we all know is the origin of the name – but we didn’t have all the stuff with pumpkins, witches, and trick or treating. I’m not saying it didn’t happen, but there certainly wasn’t all …
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