Category Archives: Rose

The power of presence

Posted on February 14, 2016 by Sue Vincent

How much do you matter? You… the writer, the blogger, the quasi-anonymous shadow behind the words on the page and the profile picture that might be years out of date or show merely your cat or a sailing boat? Would … Continue reading →

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First, catch your fish…

Posted on August 7, 2015 by Sue Vincent

I spent all morning in the garden. We have another dodgy looking fish. After losing Round Fish recently, I am keeping a close eye on the pond and spent a fair amount of the morning dangling over its rails, trying … Continue reading →

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Crystal

Posted on June 23, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Jewel

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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First

Posted on May 25, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Surprise

Posted on January 27, 2015 by Sue Vincent

This little rose was in bloom mid January in Scotland, its fragile petals warm against the stone of an old church by the seashore.

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Midnight haiku #2

Posted on September 12, 2014 by Sue Vincent

    There is no escape from fear Save to meet it face to face With understanding

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Baring the soul

Posted on August 11, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Time, as always, passed quickly and the two hours had flown. Once more we and half those who had attended as well as some who had been unable to join us earlier, had congregated at the George where a friend … Continue reading →

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Out of season

Posted on January 27, 2014 by Sue Vincent

It is January, a very wet January. We have had floods, we still have rain; frost whitens the rooftops after nights clear and star-scattered. And yet I have roses in flower in my little garden. Not many, I grant you, … Continue reading →

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