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Well there's really not a load of exciting things happening in my newly locked-down life, same for you I suppose. English lessons proceed apace the one cheerful spot of the day. However it is Spring and Spring means that everything lying buried under the soil is making its way upwards, breathing the air at last.… Continue reading Trying to English garden…..

I have to give it to her, she does try. Mind you my opinion of humans is not really very high as you know. And have you seen how they treat dogs? We've got an enormous dopey dog living next door. It lollops about, no elegance, no grace ,it slobbers, and how it barks! Sometimes… Continue reading Wicca’s diary 4

I have one olive tree in my garden, planted near to the rose pergola. It has been pruned by me on advice and multiple photos to a friend in Sardinia, into an open vase shape. So I was extremely proud of it when in its first year it bore a couple of olives, yes two,… Continue reading Mr. Saclà, watch your back

My human is a bit slow. It has taken me nearly 2 whole months to teach her that I would like her to come when I call. In the morning I'd quite like to share her cereal but she only leaves me the tiniest portion in her bowl. Never mind. She understands about feeding me… Continue reading Wicca’s Diary 3

I' m fed up with being told how untidy I am. But really I'm not untidy where it matters! Anybody can be tidy in their house, easy-peasy, but I'm tidy in my drawers, bookshelves, cellar! Howzatt! But wanting to show you all and the two tidy-police who are my kids, I decided to do something… Continue reading Alphabetization is not my thing, Marie Kondo!

My Human has been changing things around in our house. She's taken down an awful picture of a very depressed-looking woman that looks like a younger version of herself and put up a rather beautiful Buddha picture, he's lying down in bliss . It's bad for humans to be depressed; they have no real understanding… Continue reading Wicca’s Diary 2

helper Well Dickens and the Victorians* invented it (as we know it) so I guess we can just as soon dismantle it. With a little help from our politicians who want to keep us in a small safety bubble. But I wasn't actually talking about that. I took the decorations down yesterday, the 3 Wise… Continue reading Dismantling Christmas

Apparently my name is Wicca, although I don't really know what I have to do with Celtic medicine women as I come from Basilicata after all. But there you have it, humans are difficult to understand for us cats and even worse, my human actually speaks another language, I was used to u putenzese. The… Continue reading Wicca’s diary

9 November 1918 " In New York City, a middle-aged spinster hurried to her gloomy basement office at Columbia university. Grey clouds scudded overhead and rain threatened. A spectacular future beckoned to the forty-nine- year- old schoolteacher. She would dedicate the rest of her life to healing the wounds.....within the hour she would invent one… Continue reading Poppies (Part 3)

War and pain, grief and remembrance had always been with us but the field and opium poppies had not yet been turned into the potent symbol of the Remembrance poppy. But it would, in the obscene horror of the first World War. The trenches which we are so familiar with from documentaries and films were… Continue reading Poppies (part 2)