This Sunday I'll be leading a workshop on villanelles in English. I've only successfully ever written three.
Last time I taught (a class on sonnets), a woman for whom English was her second or third language came up with a cracking good sonnet. Hoping for something similar this weekend!
A buzzard sat beautifully in a tree above me, crying, until the point I managed to get my camera up. Then, serenely, it coasted off, precisely two seconds too soon.
A left-handed friend taught herself to calligraph right-handed because of the risk of smudging the ink (she uses dip pens and quills). And her calligraphy is excellent!
She also switched hands in archery when she started re-enacting. She must be equal-eye-dominant!
Today: a bit of walking, a bit of writing, a bit of gaming. The perfect balance. *goes off to get dressed*
Yes, I've only just woken up and it's 1130. Welcome to the world of CFS/ME.
Calicos are so beautiful
Today, whilst doing physio (gamified walking), I sat in a playground and was serenaded by a host of goldfinches and a single robin. And the sun shone.
Spring!
Hi, Hannah. Please to add me to the list? bsky.app/profile/arim...
(Jen McGowan here)
I honestly could not tell you at this point. The OED could
