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  • And Then There Were Two

    And Then There Were Two

    June, the last week especially, went by in a whirlwind. Our daughter flew in to attend our granddaughter’s Grade 8 farewell celebration and, the next day, they both boarded a plane and headed home to Kamloops. With no Yorkies in residence at the moment and a granddaughter gone home with her mama, Gerry and I…

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  • Wakamow

    Wakamow

    We walk trails—both new and familiar—wandering in mostly silence, being present in this place. It is hot and I wish I had brought my water bottle stead of leaving it in the car. We stop to rest on a weathered wooden bench—or rather, I do. He could walk for hours without feeling winded, but makes…

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  • The Gift of Ordinary

    The Gift of Ordinary

    I am sitting at the desk in my office. It faces the window and I see Gerry going back and forth from the garage to the backyard where he is fixing the gate leading from our backyard to the alley. I love that we have a back alley. We had one when I was a…

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  • Taking Care

    Taking Care

    Life is moving along at a comfortable and balanced pace, you’re getting things done while taking time to be present, grateful and graced with a tank sufficiently full so there’s enough to pour out, and then—boom!—an unexpected something causes you to lose your footing. I’m feeling that way these days having said goodbye to a sweet…

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  • Gifts

    Gifts

    One afternoon this week, feeling melancholy and missing Maya, Gerry and I went to the Wakamow Valley and walked to the place where, once upon a time in my childhood, there was a wild animal park. I’ve wanted to find that spot since last summer when we visited Moose Jaw and made the decision to…

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  • Maya

    Maya

    Today, we are saying goodbye to our 15 1/2 year old Yorkie, Maya. I’ve always considered this sweet girl a kindred; she’s shy, with a need for quiet and solitude. When she was younger, if the house was noisy, she’d head upstairs or into another room to be alone. I wonder if the measure of…

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  • Five Favourite Things

    Five Favourite Things

    It’s Friday! Time to look back a things I’m thankful for in my world this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. This is kind of a mush-mash post with good things melded together. I think that’s okay. 🙂 Gerry and I have been Moose Jaw residents for six months today. We’re on the home…

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  • Prelude to Summer

    Prelude to Summer

    We’re awaiting the delivery of a lot of pea gravel. Some number of yards, Gerry tells me. It doesn’t compute in my brain, but I know it’s going to be a lot, so we’ll stick with that. Right now, he’s in the garage assembling a second wheelbarrow he picked up this morning at Canadian Tire…

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  • Fifty-One Things I’m Pondering This Morning

    Fifty-One Things I’m Pondering This Morning

    The lure of busyness is a strong one. I didn’t know it could be so humid in Saskatchewan. Yorkies. Puppies. Older dogs. Why has Trinity Sunday not been on my radar before now? Raised bed gardens. Will there still be time to grow what I want to when we get the new ones in? Roll…

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  • Do You Want To Go To The Spa?

    Do You Want To Go To The Spa?

    It’s raining. Not so much cats and dogs as deer and antelope. Real rain. Prairie rain. The overflow on our rain barrel pours into a row of lilacs. My little garden beds drink it in. There are unconfirmed reports of the first tornado of the season south of us and pictures of funnel clouds posted…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five in Pictures – June 1

    Friday’s Fave Five in Pictures – June 1

    It’s been a busy week and I’ve been heads-down at my desk for a good chunk of it. Putting together a Friday’s Fave Five post reminds me of the good things that also made up the substance of this week. Time spent in the beautiful Wakamow Valley. There’s a lot to explore and I look…

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  • Anything But Ordinary

    Anything But Ordinary

    It’s been a busy week. Gerry has worked hard to put down mulch in our front perennial beds, which involved sorting weed from plant and disposing of the former first. The beds look great. I’ll share photos after more than just columbine is in bloom. The backyard is ready for serious work we’re planning to…

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