Dare I Dream?

Dare I dream that the green on the back lawn will grow larger with each passing day till it takes over and the white is nothing more than a memory? Dare I dream that this year will be different from the last and the slippery slope will level off so we can move on not

Ever So Slowly

It's the middle of January already and ever so slowly, I'm getting a handle on commitments, appointments, writing, and other goals. Balls have dropped but, thankfully, they've bounced. I'm not as organized as I like to be, but I'm organized enough for now. My calendar is filling up and I'm conscious of my intention to

Just an Ordinary Day

It's Wednesday and it's raining. Yes, raining. The deep freeze of a couple of weeks ago has passed and we're facing a string of rainy days. The good news is that it's mild outside. The not-so-good news is that it's also a slushy mess. Nonetheless, it's a relief after the cold. One of our eaves

What’s Cooking?

I’m still trying to come up with something to write about for Saturday’s writing group to the prompt, COOKING. I finally decided that the reason I’m struggling so much is because I don’t really enjoy cooking. Not only that, but for the life of me, I can’t come up with any childhood or other tender

An Afternoon Break

I sit in my car in the parking lot of my favourite city park, waiting for a text from my dog groomer letting me know I can pick up the pups.  It’s a gray day. Cold, but not frigid. Snowy. It’s the first time I’ve been out of the house in days and I’m struck

Still Heavy. Still Hopeful.

I’m working on a project I started at this time last year but had to set aside for the sake of my mental health. It’s a long work looking back at 2020 from the perspective of a retired grandmother (aka: moi). I’m revisiting blog posts, journal entries, and the like. It’s heavy work. I’m struck

This is January

I'm taking part in a 20 Minute A Day writing challenge with Story Circle Network where we write for fifteen minutes, edit for five, then send what we've written to our accountability group. This morning, I wrote a poem and thought I'd share it with you.   January 4, 2022  Low cloud, feather-like flakes falling,

Do You Hear What I Hear?

It’s Monday. The first day of the first week of the new year but it doesn’t feel like Monday. New Years Day was on Saturday so today is a quasi-holiday and while I’m hungry for routine, we’re not there just yet. At least we’re past the turkey-eating stage and there’s just a few more shortbread

Now

Now it is 2022. I rise early and settle in on the sofa in the den with Murphy and a big, beautiful mug of soy milky frothy coffee (I’ll get back on the intermittent fasting and Yerba mate wagon next week). It’s a morning like any other save for evidence that Daughter and Granddaughter might

2021. The Year in Review

On this the last day of the year, it seems fitting to take a literal look back at some ordinary days of 2021 with twelve photos and a few memories. We welcomed the start of the year with a mild January. We went outside and took the dogs for walks on balmy afternoons. We did