by Jane Pryce | Mar 27, 2026 | books, gardens, other authors, Publishing
Finding time for all the things I want to do is always a challenge. This month has been particularly busy. According to FriesenPress Publishing, spring is a season that forces us to be patient. Here in my corner of the Pacific Northwest, spring is... 
by Jane Pryce | Feb 16, 2026 | books, Creative Writing, gardens, other authors, Publishing
There are many small moments that make my day: Waking to sunshine coming through my window in the morning.The rain stopping as I am about to take Henry for a walk and allowing us to make a full circuit of the park and get back home before coming down again. Working in... 
by Jane Pryce | Dec 4, 2025 | books, Creative Writing, other authors, travels, Writing Exercises, writing prompts
After well over a week of incredibly frustrating sleep patterns, (only sleeping a few hours at a time) I am finally getting a good night’s sleep. The Joys and tribulations of travel. As Dorothy said in The Wizard of Oz; “There is no place like home.” Even when... 
by Jane Pryce | Nov 17, 2025 | books, Creative Writing, other authors, Uncategorized
My time in England is coming to an end. I am back in Sussex, with my mother, and the sun is still shining although the wind has picked up and my nose is cold when I go outside. In the last couple of days I have taken a trip into Chichester and been to a pub for my... 
by Jane Pryce | Apr 29, 2025 | Creative Writing, other authors, Poem, Publishing
IN THE GARDEN I wake in the morning to stiff, overworked fingers refusing to bend, my lower back achy with tight muscles, and puffy eyes from pollen. I slide into a dressing robe, make and drink my tea, and enter a hot shower. I wash the pain away, and emerge clean,... 
by Jane Pryce | Feb 5, 2025 | books, Creative Writing, other authors, Poem
The white world of winter has descended. It is pretty in the garden. But when I walk Henry outside, even with the sun shining, my eyes water, my glasses fog up, my lips go numb, and my nose is so cold I can hardly blow it! Still, Henry enjoys himself, and the...