I just put an apple crisp in the oven. The aroma of baking apples is quintessential autumn to me. In previous years, I’d work my way through boxes of B.C. apples by making crisps, pies, applesauce, not to mention eating them raw and crisp. This morning, while I peeled apples, I reflected back on all…
After tapping out a newsy post here yesterday, I wonder if I’ll have anything to say for Friday’s Fave Five. It’s a challenge to look for little moments that spark joy and gratitude sometimes. I am sitting here with a freshly brewed mug of tea (Mother’s Little Helper from David’s Tea), Steve Bell playing on…
I don’t know where this week has gone. Discombobulated, given the Labour Day holiday, and, in a sense, a short week (though in retirement there’s really no such thing as a short week). Still, it’s felt a little upside-down. I harvested the last of the tomatoes this week in light of threats of frost not…
It’s a beautiful Labour Day here in Saskatchewan, and by beautiful, I mean wet. It’s the rainiest day we’ve had all summer, and it’s glorious. Sadly, it’s smoky too. Even more sad, this seems to have become the norm. For the time being, I’m focusing solely on the gift of rain that we need so…
It’s a fulfilling time of year. I love seeing combines in the fields bringing in the harvest. I live vicariously through hard-working farmers, allowing myself to feel—what? Relief? Comfort? Satisfaction? Perhaps all the above. Some fields are littered with bales: hay to feed animals throughout the winter or straw for other purposes (like covering the…
Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…