Letters from My Terrace in Palma
These letters are mainly lighthearted with one or two serious ones mixed in. Some are both.
There is comfort in what we know well.
Poetry is growing a garden not building a wall!
The cities of the north celebrate with tall Christmas trees and busy Christmas markets but the Mediterranean Christmas of Palma is no less beautiful in its own way.
The island has its own ways, and we must learn them. They are part of life here.
If you ever come to Mallorca in March, it's worth leaving the beach and the bar. Just head for the pine woods.
The ‘rise’ and ‘fall’ of the thermometer are the start. Then we get to Icarus.
Use your language. Don’t let your language use you!
There is more to Mallorca than meets the eye!
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, and that’s why it’s called the present.”
The working years in Palma went by happily, from September to Christmas, and then round to September again.