Naps are amazing things. They rejuvenate, help you feel rested, and feel wonderfully decadent. What’s not to like? The trick is 20 minutes only. It doesn’t matter if you sleep, doze or simply mull through your thoughts. Close your eyes, take 20 minutes and enjoy the results.
Why only 20 minutes? Because beyond that you go into a deeper sleep, the sort you wake up groggy from. So set a gentle alarm, and if you then need another 20 minutes, take it.
I was once extremely lucky to work as a chef in a Vegetarian Inn in North Carolina. That’s not something you get to say every day, but my memories were stirred as both Pumpjack and I contemplated making our respective dinners this week. Read on
What you eat affects how you sleep.
Addendum: If menopausal, what you eat affects if you have hot flushes.
Something I have been aware of as I get older is the sheer quantity of chemicals I have been putting on my skin over time. It took moving to the countryside and a complete lifestyle change (and a lack of expendable money) to finally get me to do something about it. And now I am asking ~ what took me so long?!? Read On
Today was a lovely day. Sun shining, daffodils starting to show their faces, hanging out with the rabbits this morning. And, I built a simple headboard out of pallets, complete with shelf and hanging pockets for pillows so we can lean against whilst having our breakfast in bed, comfortably, everyday. Tick – off the list.
Living with animals, as anyone with animals knows, means lots of laughs and the odd drama.
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Every time I tweet about our recycled milk bottle, wall garden I get lots of interest. And it kind of makes sense. After all, the cost is minimal, the space is minimal – could be done almost anywhere you have a vertical space, inside, outside – and looks rather cool (at least I think so). Read on
It all happened rather suddenly actually.
We had been travelling the world, moving from hemisphere to hemisphere, following summer, making wine. Idyllic in many ways, Read on
Tales, Thoughts + Tribulations of a Free Spirit in Suburbia
... hey look, a squirrel!
A 60-something guy trying to figure out the world, and his place in it.
Musings of an ex-pat in France.
Ramblings of a retiree in France
Pumpjack & Piddlewick 