Debunking Myths and Growing

The view from my desk

Good morning everyone.

I am taking a tea break,

and thought I would,


Yesterday, was my birthday,

I turned 58.

It was a lovely day,

a Monday.

The sun shone,

the wind blew,

there were some clouds,

but, yes,

a beautiful day.

I had breakfast with,

my friends and neighbours,

I received lovely presents.

I had a nice time at a special event,

with my former colleagues.

I have two lunch invites this week,

and on the weekend,

Catherine and I will celebrate,

so it is going to be a birthday week!

Woo hoo!

One of the things that has changed,

in the last year, or so,

I have stopped referring to myself,

as black thumbed.

A lovely couple I know,

was moving last spring

and giving away,

plants, so I took a few,

they lived!

A green thumbed friend,

gave me some plants,

for my birthday,

gave me,

careful care instructions,

and helped me transplant.

I now have plants,

in my bedroom, my office,

and the bathroom,

they are thriving,

they are lush,

and they have helped me grow.

I no longer think of myself,

as a plant killer,

I have joined the ranks,

of plant caregivers, lovers.

I am not an accomplished,


maybe, someday.

Along with plants,

and painting,

a new job,

the love of a marvelous woman,

the caring and generousity,

of friends,

of community.

It has been an amazing year.

Thank you, life

Gracias a la Vida!

Be well you all.

Later girls,


Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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