My Kitchen in the Morning

I love my kitchen in the morning at this time of year. It’s dark when I pad from our bedroom to the kitchen to make the first cup of coffee. The only light comes from the AeroGarden that comes on automatically at around 4:30 am. It’s warmer in here than in the bedroom where the

Fog

Somehow it’s the middle of November. Fog blankets my piece of the world and it’s beautiful and silent. I sit at the window and watch it do nothing but hover and think it is the wisest of all the things that jostle for my attention. Soon it will be winter but for now we live

Eye Exam

Forty-two years. That’s how long I’ve been going to the same optometrist. We were both young and bright-eyed back in 1977 at that first appointment. Now, not so much. He was my children’s optometrist and, when Gerry and I married, he became my husband’s too. I traveled to see him at least once a year

Snow Day

We wake to the first snow of the season and reports of tangled traffic. It happens to be a morning when we have an early appointment in town. No matter. We’re Canadian, we expect this. I’m quietly giddy at the snow, the dark, and the start of hygee season. Let nesting commence with blankets, reading

Pretty in Pink

My Christmas cactus is in bloom. Pretty and pink on my kitchen windowsill, it is a spark of joy in the dark and early morning as I wait for the Keurig to do its very important work. I saw something that explained, based on the shape, the difference between Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter cactuses. Maybe

Autumn Mantra

Autumn’s finest has passed and it’s stick season now. There will be no more afternoon drives to capture images like this one until next year. We turn our clocks back and find ourselves in the dark. I think about putting up the lighted birch trees that take the place of Christmas trees around here. It