They wake us up at 6am, Punctual as a clock. Leia is the first one. Although she is 12 years old and, according to the generally accepted calculation, belongs to the same category as her guardian – me (it’s that very wide category of “the old” that – at least when it concerns female beings […]
It’s a busy time in my garden. On Easter Sunday a couple of Mallard ducks spent the whole day swimming and lounging by the pool. I saw the male one poop into the pool. Should I chase them away? Are they the visitors from the wild side that we cherish and invite? Or are they
“This is why I live in Los Angeles”, I said to myself this morning, when I got up at 6am and stepped into the garden. The hills around me were wrapped in pinkish fog, as if a distant fire was burning somewhere far away, gently coloring the mist, the fog, the hills, the world. As