The Word Grower

Category: PW 6950


The pipes are bursting…

For the record – minus 30C is too cold, even for my standards. You know it’s bad when you need to wear three pairs of socks to bed, the dog’s tongue is stuck to his food dish, and the highlight of…

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Dormancy is an illusion

The wind is howling outside; the air is so crisp it bites me as I make the daily trek out to the barn. I gasp for breath, fighting the assault that comes with the frigid air. I’m bundled up with…

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Tearing out the weeds

I admit it’s been arduous at times, but elevating the craft of writing is an endeavour that doesn’t yield an immediate result. Producing a commodity that resonates with an intended audience requires an open mind, an aspiration for a higher…

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